Revenge Pranks Novels & Stories

A bug crawls up my arm and I shriek, holding on with one arm as I flap the other repeatedly to get whatever’s on it off. I let out a heavy sigh when I no longer feel the creature on my skin. For a moment, I regret printing and plastering those pictures of Damon dressed in eyeliner and a pleated skirt all over school. Caption: Future Alpha. Current Drama Queen. His face when he saw them had been priceless. Almost been worth this. Almost. I knew I’d be in trouble. I just didn’t expect a manhunt. I shake off the regret. Pranks are the only way I ever hit back.

they whined. “300 PUSH UPS AND 300 PULL UPS ON THE TREE AFTER 50 MORE LAPS NOW !!!!” the Master thundered as he punished the offenders and hence, with my task done, Creon and I cheekily waved at the frowning and growling trio and went back to my mom’s quarters to freshen up. What a good day !! Revenge is a dish best served cold !!! Haha. Fvck ya bitches !!!!! All middle fingers up in the air !

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

“If you want revenge, you need to be smart. Calling everyone out like that will only make things end in a massive fight. It will be a disaster and you won’t gain any respect.” Frowning, I knew he was right, but it was annoying. “Then what do I do?”

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.

Before long, the rumors had developed a life of their own. Marcus wasn’t particularly bothered by that. In fact, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed watching former bullies panic whenever he appeared. He enjoyed seeing wolves who had once mocked him suddenly step aside to avoid crossing his path. Their fear brought him a satisfaction he rarely admitted, even to himself. Sometimes it even pushed him to settle old grudges. A shove against someone’s shoulder. A punch delivered during a heated argument. Small acts of revenge that he justified as payback for everything he had endured.

"What do you want me to do? Quentin, I'm begging you—please help my mom! Her heart condition is really bad. She's already had two surgeries. Take your revenge on me if you have to, but please, let my mom go!" I couldn't make out his expression. My knees throbbed with pain from kneeling on the hard wooden floor. He grabbed a handful of my hair, jerked my head up, and slapped my cheek with his other hand in a mocking way. "Revenge on you?" he sneered. "You're nothing. As long as you keep doing what I want, I'll keep dangling your mom's life over your head. Letting her die peacefully is too easy for her." I couldn't remember how I made it back to our cabin. Quentin had brought me inside, locked

"Let's prank him! I know a fancy strip club just down the street and I’d be very intrigued to see his reaction.” I chuckled despite myself, finding some relief in the idea. "That's a bit extreme, don't you think?" Lucas shrugged, "Maybe, but he deserves it after punching me, and now, breaking your heart." Part of me hesitated at the idea of seeking revenge, but the other part couldn't help but feel a sense of justice in the plan. "A prank, huh?" I chuckled, trying to imagine how that would play out. "Explain further." Lucas leaned back, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You could guilt trip him into coming out with us. Tell him that he owes me after what he did, and you also want us to make

amid cries of laughter. Estel's head jolted back as Michael slapped her, ending her fit of uncontrollable laughing. She gazed at him like a kid who had been unfairly punished. Michael was embarrassed by how hard he'd slapped her, admitting that his motivation was to get revenge for past wrongs rather than to calm her agitation. "I'm sorry," he murmured sternly, rising from the chaise longue to tower over her like a shadowy angel of judgment. He turned away from her and began walking out the door, saying, "I shouldn't have hit you so hard."

“Can't you see their kindness? I know you're disappointed but just a little bit I need your mercy for my parents as well as me. I don't care what the reason is, I will protect what I can protect. If doing so can hurt you or even hurt me.” Alexander chuckled. He looked at Kimbeerly who continued to cry while he smiled victoriously. Kimbeerly is the stupidest woman. Alexander admits that Kimbeerly is good and honest, but Alexander will not stop the plan he has been planning for a long time. This revenge must end with her winning, not Jeremy winning again. Life must be repaid with life and blood must also be repaid with blood. There is no mercy in this plan nor will there be a chance to make am