Vengeful Synonym Novels & Stories

It was just so sad. The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes someone dependent upon those who harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when their tormentors suffer. But at the end of the day, anger, resentment and jealousy won't change the heart of others, it only changes yours. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my sleeping gown. This was just so sick. "Why the hell is your life so pitiful, goddammit?" I muttered to myself as I sobbed. I really wanted to ask her that.

My greed had dug her grave. But as the heavy, suffocating grief threatened to swallow me whole on that prison floor, a dark, incandescent heat began to simmer deep beneath my skin. The sorrow curdled, transforming from raw heartbreak into a thick, poisonous wave of pure, unadulterated vengeance. The sadness didn't disappear; it just hardened into a weapon. "Millie..." I hissed, my voice dropping into a low, terrifying growl that made the prison guards automatically drop their hands down toward their holsters, sensing the sudden change in the atmosphere.

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

What else could it be? He was simply setting up a trap to deceive her just to witness the way I get my revenge. There is nothing left to explain at this point. My fingertips hold tightly on the phone until they turn pale, yet a smile still appears on my face, trying hard to appear more malevolent: "I hate her; of course, I should retaliate most ruthlessly. Do you empathize with her, Mr. Miller?" Kent chuckled; his face looked darkly remarking: "Not that I empathize with her, but I just think...you in this state are disgusting."

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

I knew that my vengeance would be the brush that would create a gruesome masterpiece. In the darkest corners of my mind, a wicked thought emerged. I was thinking about going to Riccardo's grave and finally getting the chance to mock him in death as I always wished I could do in life. The fact that my sister's rapist and the person who tormented me was now six feet under gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. The bitter taste of revenge danced on my lips.

We have to get our mate. And make them pay, I add, pushing myself upright. All thoughts of mercy are gone. Every forgiving, kind, good bone in my body has been replaced by a venom that demands vengeance. Blood for blood. No survivors. All of them.

His tears seemed forced, and a diabolical grimace crawled up, taking possession of his face. " An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Blood for blood," he said and then chuckled lightly, like a child without no worries. Annabelle could see how elevated his chin were, his eyes narrowed down to her face. His breathing was noisy and his face red. " I see you hate little creatures," Frenger said. He gave Annabelle a devilish glare, one which made her lips tighten. " Bring in her play mate," he said. And then two men brought a giant metallic box, each producing a heavy thud as they were slammed on the floor. In it resonated the squeaks of mice.