Weight Gain Revenge Story Novels & Stories

"What if we don't continue it. I mean, even though he has been very cruel to me and Gama, I don't want Gama to grow up with hatred. And because of that revenge, it makes me..." "Not focused on your future," Bhuvi interjects, looking at Glara tenderly. "Whatever you want, I'll follow." "What about your revenge?" Glara looks into Bhuvi's eyes. Bhuvi smiles faintly and shakes her head. "Let him get his karma from someone else. I've stopped. Even if I succeed in getting my revenge, what will I gain?" Glara nods; she is determined to let go of the past with all its memories and problems. "I will start a new life with someone new."

Harah shook her head at her sister's behavior. "I'm proud of nothing but myself. And I'm thankful that I'm not like you. Plastics and things made of rubber, when burned, the stench is worse than plastic. So don't clean yourself up too much. Because your smell is nauseating. Yourself can't criticize your stench." Harah replied annoyed but she didn't generalize. Her face remained blank. Whenever Harah actually sees the people who were cruel to her before, her blood automatically boils. Especially the two sisters named, Marisol and Marites. She has not yet retaliated for what they did before. Today was Harah's chosen day for revenge. Marisol and Marites were so angry that they rushed at Harah a

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

convenience store-bought back old memories that she couldn't help but hide behind the fake smile on her face–back then when she was coming of age, her grandfather always took her here and told her stories of how her parents had suffered to build each segment of the company. It was a very sad story, knowing how much they suffered to build everything from scratch, but they never got the chance to enjoy what they labored for as they died in an accident after the inauguration party. Although the police had claimed that the accident was a result of brake failure –Bethany knew that it wasn't the case at all. Even back then, Samantha had cried so much that her eyes were puffy for so many days. She

- Revenge, Gia, is a disease that consumes and corrupts. She opens a smile leaving the library and leaving the words loose, even if the puzzle tries to fit it is impossible to understand what purpose it is. Or just be a punishment, for my mistakes with her, with our family it would be a fool to imagine that pain doesn't please us, the way we were molded attracts us. Even if it's wrong, I take pleasure in every pain it takes to get Giulia and her long, white, Cinderella-style dress just to trap her in my farces.

he declares with a coldness that chills my soul. I feel a lump in my throat and the weight of guilt crushing me. But I also feel the determination to continue on my path. Revenge is my destiny, and nothing and no one will stop me. I stand up with determination, take the bag Habbab left, and prepare to embark on a new chapter of my life, where hatred and thirst for justice will be my guide. Nothing matters more than completing my revenge against Çakir Erdoğan, even if it means losing the love of my grandsons. My thirst for revenge still burns deep within me, and I won't rest until Çakir pays for what he's done.

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!

Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me. I am Ann hamburger, a self independent woman and not sex addict, and I am back to get my revenge on everyone who used me. Get ready for a revenge love story of miss Ann hamburger, with a lots of steamy scene.... [Excerpt] “Get her, she has taken my money… she’ll have to give me more than she has taken” Alec said to his guard coldly. No one messes with him and if this harlot had dared to… she has to bear the consequences.

There's no one there to take you. He's a living breathing human just like you and I. I think what you should do instead is making sure you're strong enough to not fall prey to such medicine again. The man is not the problem." The man spoke a few more soothing and convincing words to Mel and she wept bitterly. She felt stupid. She felt the urge to revenge grew more fiercely in her heart. She felt like a huge burden was taken off her shoulders. That's right! There's no one there. She's no longer in the hospital, but with this man.