Mean Pranks For Revenge Novels & Stories

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

"Get out! You're not welcome here—run along and tell your masters that my family isn't so easily ruined! And tell them to give up!" "That's right!" Natasha joined in, huffing and puffing, "You're wrong if you think your pranks will beat my brother or our family. We'll sue you for defamation if you stay! Just wait—you'll be behind bars!" "Feeling guilty, are we?! Why else are you in such a hurry to chase me away?!" Rolf shouted back. "Hey, don't touch me!" He might be telling the truth, but the numbers were against him and Olivia was shoving him angrily, forcing him back!

"Are you serious? I thought the dude was fucking gay!" I wish I could hold my laughter in for a bit longer after that, but I can't, so I end up throwing my head back as one hell of a laugh escapes my mouth. I hear him let out a sigh of relief as my eyes meet his again. "I think that prank was good enough to make up for the last three April Fools we missed, what do you think?" I ask with a bright smile as his regular skin color slowly begins to resurface. "You little—" I cut him off by clamping my hand over his mouth.

But mostly I was soaked. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, a manic little giggle escaping from my lips before I could stop it. “Two boyfriends. One pussy. Zero brain cells on my part. Congratulations, Lyda, you’ve been starring in your own personal twin p**n plot and didn’t even get popcorn.” The laugh turned darker. Evil, almost. Because the more I thought about it, the clearer the revenge plan became. I wasn’t going to cry or confront them like a normal person. No. I was going to make them suffer in the most delicious, filthy way possible.

He roared hysterically, “Are you insane?! That’s a business empire I built with two hundred million! Even if you die a hundred times, it won’t be enough to pay for it! “You little b*st*rd. Since you want to die, I’ll make sure you get your wish!” Maya pulled out her phone, her expression vicious. “Bring twenty guys over here.” Samantha, putting on a righteous face for the company, said in disbelief, “Reed, you’re so ungrateful! “Mr. Clark has treated you so well all these years with promotions and raises. He never once missed you. “Why would you do this? We were just here celebrating Christmas, and you brought Mrs. Clark here to accuse us. I’m your wife!

He was crazy and he didn't play around when he said we will go for another round. I played along with him because this is one of the shortcuts for the revenge.

Even if I was covered with hatred and revenge was the only thing in my mind, being a prostitute or entertainer would not even in my choice. I chose to be a waitress in this bar. This bar was called Padi's, and it's one of the high-end bars in the city. Most of the customers here were from the higher part of society. But even being just a waitress, crud men were all around, especially when even waitresses had to wear almost nothing. I had to cope with this shit undercover even if I complained and disagreed. Because whether I liked it or not, this was the easiest way to start my revenge for these people.

umm, harry you got ice cream on your face" "Where?" he is still oblivious to what's happening. "Umm here" I point towards his cheek and put some icecream on his cheeks and start laughing. "Har har, what are we, 12 ?" He says faking being offended so I decide to play along . "Well, one of us is" I say pointing to him. And then put some more icecream on his cheek. "Claire" he whines while I laugh. " Revenge is sweet ,don't you think?"

So during my last couple of years in school, when rumors circulated about me, they would defend me and tell people I'm better than the rest of them I did continue seeking revenge from the jerks in high school, but I kept it PG-13. The last prank I pulled off was giving a love letter to the scrawny boy who always made fun of my mom and making him think it was from the girl he really liked. When he approached her at lunch and said, "I like you too and would love to go out on a date with you," she took one look at him and loudly said, "ME?! GO OUT WITH YOU?! OVER MY DEAD AND GORGEOUS BODY, LOSER!" He didn't come to school for a couple of days after the humiliation and kept his head down low hop

"Getting tied down to someone like that? Nightmare. Let's make a bet. One call from me, and she'll show up at city hall in that dress. Wanna see a clown in a wedding gown?" Someone cracked up. "And if you lose? Let Olivia dance for us." The laugh barely left his mouth before Gideon decked him. His face went stone cold. "You got a death wish? Don't even say Olivia's name." Olivia was everything to him—off-limits, even as a joke. And me? I was just the clown in his game. Free to humiliate however he liked. By the time the video ended, my chest ached. Tears hit the screen, smudging his smug, grinning face.