Mean Pranks For Revenge 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

I raise my voice, and in a fit of rage, I pull the key to my motorcycle out of my purse. "Don't be mad, it was just a little joke." (...) Once again, I declare myself a damn masochist. My best friend just played a tasteless prank on me, and yet I've forgiven him because we're about to enter the club he invited me to. I'm rewarding him and I should be punishing him! I still can't believe it. I openly stare at my friend's shameless face, that smile that's hard to erase. I snort and shrug my shoulders. He's won.

He let out a reverberant laugh that broke into a fit of cough, letting me know he was in convalescence. "He did a number on me." Then his voice became deadly serious. "A number I'd repay." I rolled my eyes at his reply. What is it with these men always having something to repay? The clothes in my hand fell onto one of the bags I had out as an idea popped into my head. My plan never really flopped. I just wasn't interested any longer.

He kicked the other three guys and said, " You shouldn't have harmed Eve. Now you have to face the consequences." The guys cried out in pain, squealing on the floor. Adam opened his bag and took out the things he had planned for his revenge. He wasn't going to beat them up because that would be too easy and didn't make a lot of difference. What mattered to these filthy rich spoilt kids was their pride, which was what Adam was about to target. He approached the guys and removed all their clothes except for their boxers. They struggled but couldn't stop Adam. " Ewww, you guys stink. It's a shame I have to do this."

You even shook your head which caused me to laugh even more. "Don't you stop doing your pranks yet because I haven't even planned my revenge yet!" You looked up on me as my smile remained bright that was flashed on you, couldn't help but admire how cute are you. I remained staring. Then, seconds later, my mouth agape when all of a sudden, your lips plastered a huge bright smile. You were acting! "You said it! I heard it loud and clear! I will not stop pranking you!" My mouth agaped in disbelief. You pointed your finger on me, then clapped as if you had won the olympics.

“Did I get it?” I couldn't help it, he looks so serious and I start laughing and I think it’s adding to the effect, so I keep going, “No. You spread it to your forehead.” He gets up to go to a mirror inside of his liquor cabinet and then he says, “Son of a bitch. I am not someone who normally gets pranked, but I am someone who gets revenge, you little wretch!” He says chuckling.

The best part of these pranks were . Nobody ever knew it was me . Because i take my revenge when they least expect it . "Today was total fun....." Peach exclaimed "I know " I reply "Alright see ya tomorrow "she waves at me and i smiled "Bye bitches ....and ...Anna ... you are officially my favourite human being " Amber said I laughed . "Ok bye bye ..."Natalie said . We hugged as separated towards our way . While walking i felt a uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach ..

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

"And so are you if you think your feelings matter in this, because it doesn't. Right now, you're a stupid twenty-three year old who peaked in college and has no prospects for the future. You should be grateful to me for giving you a future you could only dream of!" Brandon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he took a step forward. "You told me we were building something. That we would take back what was stolen from us. But this isn’t a strategy. It’s just pure revenge for you. You're not helping me secure my future, you just want to hurt your enemies." I studied him for a long moment. "Revenge is the purest form of strategy," I said finally. "It eliminates doubt and it forces action. And