Pranks For Revenge Novels & Stories

He was quiet for a moment, then spoke in that low, calm voice that always carried weight. “You’re a smart woman. I know you can do this. But you just need to be careful, and know this.” He paused. “Revenge is a delicate game, bunny. Most people rush in screaming and swinging wildly, and they end up destroying themselves in the process. They give their enemies exactly what they want, chaos, emotion, weakness. Don’t be like them. The people who hurt you want to see you break. They want you messy, desperate, crying in front of the world. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them think they’ve already won. Let them get comfortable. Smile at them. Make them believe you’re still the same broken

I nod. To try and break the uneasy mood I lean down to tell him something. "You know what this reminds me of?" I see a smile grow on his face and I straighten up. "Chicken fight!" A few guys turn to see us and almost immediately we have a set of opponents. A boy that I remember seeing during the prank smirks at me from the shoulders of another boy. "You're gonna pay for that prank."

I turn around and kick his leg causing him to jump on a leg and yelp ow for a while . " It was you wasn't it ! Your prank failed so let me sleep in peace now . " I say angrily . It was 2 am and I can't believe he had the energy for such things at this time . Doesn't he ever get tired or sleepy ? " What prank " He asks , his mouth set in a hardened line . He looked genuinely unaware of what I was talking about . Recognition dawned on his face . " Ohhh ! You think that voice was me ? Pfft " He chuckles , putting a hand on my shoulder for support and the other clutched his stomach as he tried to laugh as quietly and silently as possible .

"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.

“But then I heard about Topher’s big, stupid Halloween party. And it just… I snapped. It hit me so hard. Not because I felt left out or actually wanted to go or anything. But I was like, no. No fucking way is he going to get away with moving on, and throwing parties, and having a grand ol’ spiffy time after what he did to me. He put my entire future career at risk, Wick. That fucker doesn’t deserve a happy ending, so… So I’m going over there tonight and I’m leaving my stupid bra that he gave me along with a fake used condom in his room so he’ll think I moved on and had sex on his bed with someone else. And he’s going to feel my goddamn wrath. He’s going to see up close and personal just how

James let out a roar that was more animal than human before lunging toward Marissa. He wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed tightly. "Why! Why did you cut off her oxygen? Why did you steal her bailout cylinder?" Marissa's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was lifted off the ground by James. Her legs kicked uselessly in the air, while her nails gouged bloody lines down James' face. "Y-You… a-agreed to it…" She struggled to get the words out, her face flushing red as she choked. "On April Fools' Day… Y-You said it was… okay to prank her… to teach her a lesson… she won't forget…"

Nothing could go wrong, at least not now when I had Luke behind me. We were two power thirsty wolves and the rest of the McKinney family were the lambs that would be our captives. The game was about to get more twisted from her. I'd extract my revenge on each and every one of them including the president, that shitty prank was aimed at disgracing me in front of Ella and it did. He had me fooled but I had the power to turn the hands of the clock.

Just a wall away, I could hear Shirley Hunt's voice lift with excitement. "Prank number 96 is a success!" Marvin Chambers's tone held a sharp, unfamiliar sarcasm. "Did you enjoy it?" One of Marvin's buddies chimed in, laughing. "Marvin's so sweet to get back at Serena for you, Shirley. But she brought it on herself for stealing your national scholarship and that game design competition trophy. "Once he hits 100 pranks, he's going public with you!"

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."

She's the one that made me suffer so much that I almost died and I was in pain for days, not just emotionally but physically. My lips curved into a smile, but it wasn’t kind. “Fine,” I said. “You want to apologize? Let me test how serious you are.” He raised a brow, confused. “Test?” “Yes.” That was when the idea hit me. A prank. One that would humiliate him the same way I’d been humiliated countless times because of him. I tricked him into it. I pretended it was some silly bet and pretended like I was giving him a chance to prove himself. He didn’t realize until it was too late.