Mean Pranks For Revenge Novels & Stories

"You played such a stupid prank on me! What if I got hurt? Are you crazy? Do you have any idea how reckless and irresponsible that was? What if someone bad had happened? What if I had fallen or something? You're not even sorry, are you? You're just standing there with a stupid grin on your face." His gaped, reeling but I didn't answer as I continued. " "Newsflash: it's not funny. It's not cute. It's just stupid and immature. Grow up! You're not in high school anymore. Next time, just don't. Don't even think about it. Because if you pull a stunt like that again, we're done. Finished. I mean it." "I'm sorry." He repeated, downcast. "Whatever."I shrugged. His apologies means nothing to me. Just

I’ll suck up my losses, but I’m going to take the chance to get revenge for everyone who has been scammed! "We’re going to punish her live for every gift you send! A slap is worth $5, a kick is worth $10! "If you send $50, I’ll have her get on her knees and beg for forgiveness!"

It was a Saturday, which meant no work for me, which also meant I had enough time to carry out my revenge on Mr. Prankster. I started off my day by wearing a black booty short and a sports bra downstairs for breakfast, just to rile up Antonio, to let him know that I was right there, within his reach, but he couldn’t lay a finger on me, I was there but he couldn’t touch me however he’d like. My plan worked perfectly fine.

Luckily, it was a red light. "Deana you say? Finally, a revenge plot I can sink my teeth into!" I smiled, a plan forming in my mind. "And I have just the prank."

"Because of the Roth gang, I lost my little sister, Debbie. Because of your family, my mom and dad were hurt. Because of you all, my home was bombed. Because of you all, I've had to look over my shoulder every damn day, wondering what the fuck is next. Were those just pranks, Orla?" Her hand trembled against her reddened cheek. "How could you hit me?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a woman!" I smirked coldly. "It's just a prank, bro!" Her mouth opened, but no words came out. I sighed. "Ah, it doesn't matter anymore," I continued. "It's not going to end here for you anyway. My actual revenge on you starts now. Enjoy the last few moments of your real life."

My dad and Uncle Jake yelled at us and said they were going to ground us, so Peter and I ran to hide while the adults were complaining about us. “That was awesome! Holy shit,” Peter was exclaiming with a laugh when we managed to run away to the outside of the party room. “Did you see that idiot’s face? He turned red with rage!” He was excited, talking about the bad time Uncle Jake had when we played all those pranks on him. “He must be really pissed right now,” I added, looking toward the room. “I told you there are lots of ways to get revenge, and this was a really fun way.” I was laughing, feeling like a genius.

Here it comes. “Why the fuck do they need us to be there?” Kylani asks. “We don’t even care about any of the shit they discuss. We never have.” Mykenzie adds. Oh, this is music to my ears. I just stand there with a smile on my face and watch the meltdowns start. It is glorious. I really shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I do, but I can’t help it. This is the one way I can get my sisters back for the pranks they played on me during the latest prank war. I have to get my revenge somehow. This way is safe and hilarious at the same time. They do this every time. It never gets old.

It was an utterly unexpected and thrilling experience, one I certainly never saw coming. Diana’s story greatly amused Rachna, who chuckled, a rich, warm sound. "That sounds like quite the unforgettable prank indeed," she said, still smiling. "So, what did you do in return? You couldn't just let her get away with that, could you?" "Well, of course not! I couldn't possibly let her get away with it that easily," Diana declared, her mischievous grin widening. She recounted her retaliation with evident satisfaction. "I simply couldn't resist the urge to turn the tables on her, to give her a taste of her own medicine, so to speak," she continued, her eyes sparkling with delight. "So, in jest, and

"You heard him, didn't you? Julian wants you to get on your knees. If you don't do it, forget about getting your phone back, and I'll charge you the original menu price for everything you've eaten. "The Evian and scallops aren't much, really. It'll be about three thousand dollars. If you can't pay up, we'll settle this at the police station." I looked at her face, twisted with greed and malice, and nodded. "Fine. If you want to go this far, I'm happy to oblige." Instead of trying to grab my phone back, I reached into my bag and pulled out a second device, which was my backup phone used exclusively for company emergencies.

Cassian said. "What approach?" "We already know what the other is planning through the bond. So we prank each other knowing the other knows. It becomes less about surprise and more about—" "Commitment," Adrian said. This was how the prank war became, not a war of surprises, but a war of escalating commitment, where both parties were fully aware of what was coming and the prank still had to happen because backing down was the loss condition. PRANK ONE: The Tea Cassian drank the salt tea.