Mean Pranks For Revenge Novels & Stories

I said, clearly mocking him. He said nothing and stormed out of the room. As soon as I heard the door close, laughter erupted from within me. How satisfying it felt to provoke him! If only I had realized earlier that I could find happiness in this kind of situation, I might have acted sooner. Whether planned or not, I had successfully completed the next step in my Revenge 101 note. Plan #04: Piss them off. I laughed again as I reminisced about the childish act I had pulled. If anyone were to see me laughing alone, they might mistake me for being insane. But perhaps I am already crazy. There's no denying it.

"You think these five years have been hard on you? Do you have any idea what we've had to go through? And now you have the nerve to throw a punch at Matthew? Clearly, you haven't learned your lesson yet!" I froze. Listening to her detached voice, I felt the last spark of life inside me finally flicker out. After a long silence, I looked up at her, a mocking, hollow smile tugging at my lips. "So this isn't enough for you? Would it be enough if I just paid you all back with my life? Would that finally be enough?" "Even now, you're just talking out of spite!" Annoyance flashed through Priscilla's eyes. She signaled her driver and shoved me into the back seat.

"On April Fools' Day… Y-You said it was… okay to prank her… to teach her a lesson… she won't forget…" When James heard that, his grip loosened. Marissa was right. The night before we were supposed to depart, Marissa had sought him out, sweetly begging him to let her play a prank on me again since it was April Fools' Day tomorrow. She claimed that she was only planning on turning off my oxygen for a few seconds, just to give me a good scare. He was busy browsing documents at the time, so he didn't even bother raising his head as he responded with, "Do whatever you wish, just don't take things too far."

her eyes widened with sheer horror. “But they weren’t successful. He is currently in the prison clinic,” my eyes never left hers as I spoke, “and I am sure they would come back to finish the job. I can tell that those guys are ruthless. See how they just abandoned you after using you like that?” I didn’t care if I used lies to get answers from her. Her nose twitched with rage. I hoped what I was doing was working. She needed to be fueled by revenge to divulge their secrets.

If it weren't for me, Andy wouldn't have to sleep in parks or contract such a terrible illness… But then again, why was Andy hanging out with them? Sunny then sent me another text: [Don't you want the truth? Check out this livestream and you'll understand.] I stared at the link I didn't recognize, but quickly tapped on it with a trembling finger before I knew it. [Welcome to the World of Pranks! Our current prankster is Andy Lawson, and his victim is Jane Smith!] There was a small line underneath: [One month left!]

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

I looked at him, gazing at the scar and his steel silver eyes that assessed me bore no emotion as usual and then I looked at the army and the two women a few paces away from me and I did what was best at the moment. I flared into deep, boisterous laughter, the type of laughter that made me want to clutch onto my belly despite my hands being tied and the type that made me want to roll on the floor while laughing cause this was the best birthday prank ever and grump was a damn good actor. _________________

If it's good things, I'll be happy for him as an old friend, but if it's just painful things, I can apologize to him and do anything to make up for it. From my point of view, our friendship broke down because of that $50, so I think that if we make up for something of greater value we can continue to be friends. I'm not looking forward to this, but I don't want to miss the chance even though he's just a bad person. Actually, I also think I'm a bad person. I directly asked, “What happened when you were taken away by the mafia?” Duane looked up at the ceiling, pondered for a moment, and then said, “They pulled out all my fingernails and toenails, then beat me up, until I couldn't move anymore,

“You heard me right the first time, unless your ears are so tired of listening to rubbish from what your friends talk about all the time. Hazel said smirking. “Guys quit it, we can’t possibly be fighting at a time like this. Don’t you know what today is. We need to be focused on how to make the opposite side suffer, not throw punches between you two.” Louise said coming in between them. “Fine, I guess you are the one with the attitude. But for the sake of our oncoming pranks, lets us discuss about what we are going to call ourselves first, before thinking of the pranks that we could possibly do that.” Hazel said as she faced the group.

I relaxed on the couch again, an evil smirk dancing on my lips. "This is the time I take my revenge on the Clown princess" I uttered, swirling the ring on my finger. "I like the sound of that" Marc clapped his hands in glee and settled down beside me. "So what are we doing?" He added staring expectantly at me. That was one thing we had in common in this pack, picking on our preys especially when they deserved it. I knew I could count on them when it comes to making mischievous plots and making one's life unbearable.