Best Revenge Pranks Novels & Stories

On Thanksgiving, after I got off work, my younger brother, Nate Anderson, left an update in our family group chat about having moved to a different address. I had to take five different public transport connections before I finally reached the location he had sent me. However, when I arrived, I found that I was in a deserted area. Nate sounded smug over the phone. “Got you! My prank was successful! The last bus has left. What’re you going to do now?” I was dumbfounded, but my parents were laughing. “Why did you believe such an obvious lie? Who did you inherit your dumbness from?” “We’re having our Thanksgiving dinner soon. You can walk home.” My girlfriend, Gwen Smith, was chuc

He was quiet for a moment, then spoke in that low, calm voice that always carried weight. “You’re a smart woman. I know you can do this. But you just need to be careful, and know this.” He paused. “Revenge is a delicate game, bunny. Most people rush in screaming and swinging wildly, and they end up destroying themselves in the process. They give their enemies exactly what they want, chaos, emotion, weakness. Don’t be like them. The people who hurt you want to see you break. They want you messy, desperate, crying in front of the world. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them think they’ve already won. Let them get comfortable. Smile at them. Make them believe you’re still the same broken

"So you guys are the ones who have been playing pranks on the whole school?" He nodded arrogantly. "Don't tell anyone now." He warned. I grinned as I rolled my eyes. The whole school probably knows it's them. No one else has the guts to pull off such stunts. Like last month they played a prank on Mrs. Mellark, our health education teacher. She had decided to show us a video and just before she played it, Dylan shouted that Mrs. Finn was remembering her and in that time Max switched the original cd and replaced it with a porn one. After some time when a confused Mrs. Mellark came back and played it, she was shocked and embarrassed for a very long time. Safe to say the porn had some real kinky

One-Hundred Twenty-Nine: Break in the Weather Dustin Thank fucking god, the weather finally turned, and the rain is over. While I love a good prank, it was starting to get out of control. I mean Peter, Colin, Zak, and Seth had it coming. Kaleb got Marcus good. However, I guess since they were doing so well Mykenzie and Kylani continued to prank everyone. Well, they got Ashton (who they always seem to pick on). Most of the time, he does bring it on himself. They also got Tarlek and Brandon as well. Poor Nigel even got it. Although that was by accident, he showed up on the third day of the war to get hit with a bucket of honey and a glitter bomb. I am pretty sure he is still getting

*Roanne’s POV* The weekly meeting of the Revenge Club should feel like a heady mix of tension and triumph, but tonight, the air was electric with the scent of victory. I slipped into the dimly lit room, my pulse quickening as Violet stood before us, her presence commanding silence from every corner. "Congratulations," she purred, her voice silk over steel. "Your appetites for justice were well fed this week." The others cheered, their faces flushed with satisfaction. I clapped along, trying to mirror their enthusiasm despite the knot in my stomach.

The sounds stopped. Elaine let out a short, cold laugh. "The hotel staff said you used three condoms. We have physical evidence and witnesses. You still want to keep lying?" My mother brought the whip down across my shoulder. "You shameless, disgusting boy. I won't stop until you're dead. That's a promise!" The messages dropped all pretense as Frederick's real thoughts were right there on the screen. [Idiot. You should've died a long time ago. If you'd just run as I told you to, none of this would've happened. You never had a chance against me.]

"Please come back to me. I'll be better this time." But I would never come back, and deep down, he knew it. Marcus had disappeared completely from civilized society. He had traveled to a remote rural town hundreds of miles from anyone who might recognize him. There he worked as a janitor at a tiny medical clinic, doing the most menial labor imaginable. Sweeping floors, emptying trash bins, cleaning medical waste with his bare hands. He used this humble, backbreaking work as his daily penance for the unforgivable sins he had committed.

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

"Fine. But it had better be clean after your prank is over." "Yay! Okay, I got this. Totally spotless, aside from the heavy stuff that will need the big man to move." I flexed my right bicep dramatically. "Just holler if you need something moved. But for now..." I grinned. "Let's go get drunk! Gotta celebrate our first completed day of work!" Erin cheered. "Hey, you know I'm down!" *** There were a dozen solid opportunities for a prank as I held Erin's hair that night, her back heaving as she puked her guts out into the toilet. I wasn't about to be really mean, but I could take an embarrassing picture or two pretty easily.

“I’m going to have so much fun humiliating that uppity little spring chicken tonight! That hubris of hers needs a good punishment!” After ordering Mae to send a fake financial report to fool the man, Javier returned to his office and gave Clement a call. His latest underling was told to report to Matthew in two hours to relay the same hoax about Beacon Tires’s demise as well as Midnoon Tires’ apparent recovery from its crisis. Clement needed no further convincing. This hoax was his best chance at revenge, and so he took it up without even a millisecond of hesitation. With everything in place, all Javier needed to do was sit back and wait for the night. The prospect of Jade humiliating Matthe