The Second Act: Revenge Novels & Stories

Revenge was a dish best served cold. Camilla didn’t agree. Revenge was a dish best served in the church with a fake pregnant test result and an astounding slap. To celebrate her successfully executed revenge, she was on a shopping spree today. The clothes she didn’t get the day Vanya interrupted her, she would get them today.

Jason successfully pushed Frank away from him as he stood beside me, reaching for my hand. "Clary? Who's this brat?" Frank was panting hard, making me guess Jason was stronger. "Don't tell me you forget so easily." Jason growled. "Did you forget Taylor Devin?" I saw a flicker of surprise in Frank's eyes, but then he quickly masked it with a smirk. "Now you mention it, I remember you, Taylor's little brat! What were you about to do? Avenge Taylor's death?" "Shouldn't you be thanking your stars you were saved for another day?" Jason said with a wicked smile. They both stared at each other hard, as if ready for battle. I turned back to the kitchen again to see if Antonio was back, but he still

"Xin Ran, you were reborn for a reason." The goddess' voice was soft and emotional as if her death had brought the goddess some pain. With pain emitting all over her body, she relived a memory she thought she had forgotten. Images of a battlefield appeared in her mind. She saw her own corpse, and a man loomed over her. His eyes were crestfallen and dark, the aura of death.

I basked in the memory, the taste of sweet revenge lingering on my tongue. Marcellus, the golden boy, the perfect heir. Always the favorite, always the one who had everything handed to him on a silver platter. While I, the second son, had been relegated to the shadows, forced to claw my way to the top, to prove my worth in a world that had always seen me as an afterthought. But no more. After All, he knew this day would come. I had taken what was precious to Marcellus, his mate, his soul. And now, I would watch his brother suffer, would witness the slow, agonizing descent into despair. It was a delicious form of retribution, a slow, agonizing torture that would last a lifetime.

The figure glowed and was surrounded by fire. "I'm sorry! I want to repent! Give me one more chance, God! I promise I won't worship anyone else. Forgive me, God! Forgive me! I'll do anything as long as You give me a chance!" Ansel shouted, tears streaming down his face. Suddenly, Ella appeared. Her body covered in blood. The woman's face was pale. Ansel stared in horror as Ella's body was struck by a giant hammer and shattered into pieces, but then she was whole again.

“Can't you see their kindness? I know you're disappointed but just a little bit I need your mercy for my parents as well as me. I don't care what the reason is, I will protect what I can protect. If doing so can hurt you or even hurt me.” Alexander chuckled. He looked at Kimbeerly who continued to cry while he smiled victoriously. Kimbeerly is the stupidest woman. Alexander admits that Kimbeerly is good and honest, but Alexander will not stop the plan he has been planning for a long time. This revenge must end with her winning, not Jeremy winning again. Life must be repaid with life and blood must also be repaid with blood. There is no mercy in this plan nor will there be a chance to make am

Vanessa mused, “maybe Denver will finally see her for what she is. A liar. A fraud. And she will marry anybody.” Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “And maybe you’ll get what you want. Revenge.” She met his gaze, unflinching. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Isn’t that what you are after, too?” “Of course. Sweet, painful revenge.” The storm outside began to taper off, but the storm between Vanessa and Marcus only gathered strength. They left the café separately, careful not to attract attention. But as Vanessa stepped into the cool, wet night, she felt lighter than she had in months. And so was Marcus; the game was on.

I’ll deal with her another time, she won’t be going anywhere. Ash looked at me, and I gave a small nod. “Let’s both,” he said, tearing off a match and striking it. Athena repeated the gesture as the female screamed and pleaded. Godfrey appeared next to me and clapped his hands. “I’m in time for the second act,” he said, as Diana fell next to him, out of nowhere. “No second act,” I said, as the flames roared, the fire quickly igniting Amaal’s dress. “Just the finale. The curtain call,” I said, as I threw my arm around Sebby.

I turned to run. The door slammed shut. Above me, the roots of the vault trembled. The walls shivered with power, responding to her presence. Or mine. Or both. I raised my palm, fire building again. The instinct to defend hadn’t left me, even if I was barely holding on to who I was. “I’m not your second life,” I said. “I’m not a resurrection.” Her skull tilted. “You are my revenge.”

I needed to move. Because I didn’t just come back. I came back with fire in my veins and names on my list. And Darren? Sweet, charming Darren with the legal degree and sad eyes? He was going to find out exactly what happens when a woman like me gets betrayed a second time. He thought drowning me would end it. But this wasn’t the end. This was my second resurrection. And this time, I wasn’t just going to survive. I was going to burn the world down. Starting with him.