Mean Pranks For Revenge Novels & Stories

I said really annoyed " By the way, I put all my love in your coffee and now I'm fucking off." He chuckled. I looked at him angrily, " Why the fuck would you do that Pete?" " It's a prank, love. But I'm now happy it turned that bad because you deserve it." " Peter, are you insane? You sound like an absolute asshole! What did I do to deserve it?!" " I don't know, you just were such a jerk this morning, and I mean it to be a prank and laugh, but then because you were so bad and pinched me I think it serves you right."

"Warriors in their own right. We support each other, plan together. It's about taking back our stories, writing the endings ourselves." "Taking back our stories," I echoed, the phrase resonating within me, a call to rise from the ashes of victimhood. "Can you… can we really do that?" Lizzie's nod was solemn, resolute. "Yes, Roanne." She reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, grounding me back to reality. "The Revenge Club operates in the shadows," she began, her tone shedding any remnants of casualness, morphing into something steel-edged and formidable. "We're a collective of souls, bound by shared scars, who channel our pain into retribution."

Now that his plan had failed, he needed to come up with another plan. He nibbled on his lips as he leaned on the wall, thinking of what to do. Suddenly, his eyes immediately lit up; an idea had struck him, causing him to bolt upwards. Yes! That was it! All he needed to do was provoke Justin in the presence of everyone. If he had an altercation with him, one that would stress him so much like he had in his office yesterday, he would pass out in front of everyone! A mischievous smile crept onto Nicholas' face as he swelled in pride. He was back on track, and it was only a matter of time before he accomplished his goals and became the CEO of the company again.

He was most proud of the monkey virus and didn't believe that it would be solved so easily. "No, the little monkey is still fine," Emily explained hurriedly. "I'm talking about Laura and Rose, the person in charge of the company that the monkey virus invaded." "I won't forget the people who bully you," Chris said unhappily. He was a genius with a high IQ, and how could he forget such a thing? "Mommy, why did you suddenly mention them? Did they bully you again?" Chris said sharply. He stood up angrily. "I'm going to reactivate the little monkey."

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

"I mean under the anger." I opened my mouth to say I was fine, but the lie wouldn't come out. I looked down at my lap, and my walls slowly started to come down. "I thought it would feel good," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I spent two years dreaming about this, dreaming about seeing Marco's face when he realized he was trapped. I thought revenge would feel like winning a prize. I thought it would make me happy."

Younger than me by a year, always in my way, teasing, poking, pulling my hair just to get my attention. When he asked me out at sixteen, I laughed in his face and told him to grow up. And then he was gone. I hadn’t seen him since, but I knew he was still single and now the CEO of a massive tech company. He was exactly what I needed. A perfect weapon for my perfect revenge. At 7 p.m. sharp, I walked back into that house like I owned it, heels tapping on the tiles, head high, chin up. The living room fell silent.

“Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online! “Otherwise, I’ll stab myself, and when I walk out of here, I’ll tell everyone you all ganged up on me and bullied me! Don’t think any of you will get away with it!” The atmosphere grew tense. Everyone was on edge, too afraid to make the first move.

My uncle warns him, I have never seen him so angry, not even the day he slapped me. "You know how you can torture a father? Through the children." Was Derya's answer. "For that reason I am using your son, for you to suffer and make your father suffer." She gives a mocking look to my grandfather. "You took it upon yourself to deprive me of all happiness, now I will do the same. I have planned my revenge for so many years, I could even lose count, but I don't, because every second since I left town, I have carried this pain with me, to attack you with it."

My best friend, Jolyn Jones, called me while I was at work. "Help! S-Someone's about to v-violate me! Petra, please help me!" Panic shot through me. I immediately dropped a crucial project and called the police. Then, with an officer close beside me, I raced to the address Jolyn had sent, nearly tripping over my own feet along the way. Suddenly, two loud pops erupted behind us, and confetti rained down. Jolyn jumped out from around the corner with my boyfriend, Will Curry. "Surprise! That's the hundredth time we've managed to prank you, P!" I stared at them in disbelief. "What the hell? You thought sexual violence was appropriate material for a prank?!" The officer looked equally furio