Pranks For Revenge Novels & Stories

"So you are trying to tell me that Alan didn't wrong you of any sort?" "I've told you my answer, now tell me yours". "No way". I refused. "You didn't tell me what he did". "I just told you that its Harley's story, not mine". "Then I'm going to ask another question". He walked in his room and sat on his long couch on the other side. "Ask away". "Why do you like pranking people? What do you gain in it?". I asked him curious. He crossed his legs. "Firstly, it makes me laugh and secondly, i do it to forget my pain, lastly, i wanted to get a girl I like to notice me".

Everyone of us screamed—including the bravest of boys. “Argh!” Travis stomped. “Too bad I picked the fake one!” He roared with laughter. He pitched the revolver to the wall like a baseball, and picked up his knapsack again. While the joy brought to him by his vile and villainous prank still stayed firm on his face, he walked back to his chair with the other chairs of the circle and sat himself between the two other guys who were totally traumatized and scared by what happened.

"Carpentry ain't easy. Jesus 'Whistling Hands' Christ was a carpenter all those years ago, so you know it's tough work." I laughed at his irreverence -- he was always known to run screaming from a church, so the jokes were to be expected. "Where did you hear that one? It doesn't feel like yours." I asked. "A bad movie podcast. We Hate Movies. I steal their jokes more than I want to admit," he said bashfully. "Aww, that's okay. I wouldn't hear them otherwise. So... how long do I have to wait for your revenge?" Ronny glanced back at me. "My next prank? Depends. Do you have any rules you need to establish?" He gave me such a pointed look, he had to have something specific in mind, but I wasn't

I released a ‘tch, tch, tch’ sound to fake compassion. “Today, in all my senses, I declare, we are ‘now’ equal.” I smirked, releasing a suppressed chuckle. “W-What….?” He asked in utter apprehension, gulping to fathom how far I could go as I declared what I planned long ago. “My revenge is completed today.”

At this moment, sitting at one of the restaurant's tables is a man damp and wet, with a smile plastered on his face. Suddenly, a loud laugh rumbled the restaurant. It was all a joke, a big funny prank on him. Pranks are funny, so Jake found it relaxing to laugh. He cackled out loud that all the waiters looked at each other. Then it subsided to a chuckle, followed by a giggle. At last Jake had stopped and had an ambiguous expression. 'Dohana, so you think you're the only one who can dish out punishments and pranks, huh? You seem to have forgotten, the company you work for launches tomorrow. Well, if I don't ruin you tomorrow, then I'm not Jake Larson. An eye for an eye.'

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."

This is not the June I know. “Are you that stupid?” “What?” My tears are starting to cloud my eyes. “Hah!” “June! Stop playing a prank—“ He cuts me off when he pulled me up to stand and dragged me near the edge of the rooftop. My heart’s beating was something I couldn’t describe. It’s fast yet I can still breathe fine. “W-what are you—“ “Don’t you get it?” He smirked. “I was using you from the start, and right now, I’m getting tired of you. You’re such a pathetic girl did you know that?”

“What do they want in return?” “The Ravens want revenge against the Blue Hawks, just like I do. They’re going to use this opportunity to weaken Thomas and his gang, but also to strengthen their own power in the underworld. After that, they’ll leave us alone, at least for now.” He paused, watching me closely. “This alliance is dangerous, but it was the only way to reach you without condemning us both.” A wave of relief washed over me, but also a new surge of fear. The gang wars, temporary alliances, and hidden betrayals reminded me that peace was a fleeting illusion, something that never lasted long in this world.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

With a last glance to make sure he's still fast asleep, I enter the bathroom quietly and lock the door. I have three objectives to get my revenge. Remove him from as beneficiary to my wealth and life insurance. Divorce him. And make sure he bends up in prison. I know it's not going to be easy but I'm prepared. I unlock his phone, feeling ashamed at how happy it had made me when he told me his passwords assuring me he had nothing to hide. I was happy to trust him. Now it makes me equally angry. Sylas has been right not to like him. Sylas has always been right.