Revenge Pranks On Neighbors Novels & Stories

“Alias is a spoiled little brat who thrives on control. He likes to think he owns everything, including you. The moment he sees you with me? He’ll realize he’s lost.” I gaped at him, completely at a loss for words. This had to be a joke. “You’re insane.” He chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent shivers down my spine. “I’ve been called worse.” “I don’t even know you,” I snapped, my voice rising. “And you think I’m just going to… marry you? For revenge?!” He tilted his head, his smirk never faltering. “Think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement. I get to annoy my nephew, and you get to show him you’re better off without him.”

"But I beg you, don't do it. It's very dangerous. I don’t want to see you trapped in hatred that will bring no happiness." Cassandra fell silent for a moment. Although she knew how deeply Aunt Marie was worried, her heart was already filled with a firm resolve to avenge what Antonio had done to her. "I have to do it, Aunt. It’s the only way I can find peace. I can’t just forget what happened. I need to do this." Uncle Lionel, who had been sitting near the door, approached and sat next to Cassandra. "I agree with Aunt Marie," he said with a voice full of concern. "I know it’s hard, but seeking revenge will make your life more dangerous, Cassandra. You've suffered enough."

*Roanne’s POV* The weekly meeting of the Revenge Club should feel like a heady mix of tension and triumph, but tonight, the air was electric with the scent of victory. I slipped into the dimly lit room, my pulse quickening as Violet stood before us, her presence commanding silence from every corner. "Congratulations," she purred, her voice silk over steel. "Your appetites for justice were well fed this week." The others cheered, their faces flushed with satisfaction. I clapped along, trying to mirror their enthusiasm despite the knot in my stomach.

Élianor The silence in the chalet is thick, absolute. Only the fire crackles. Marcus’s face is stricken. He has aged ten years in a few seconds. I straighten up. Exhaustion is there, but a cold rage pushes it back. “So yes, my vengeance is petty. It matches their pettiness. I want them to tremble. I want them to lose everything that constitutes their pathetic pride. Their company name, their dusty headquarters, their last shred of respectability. I want them reduced to what they made me: nothingness that disturbs.”

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

She would crack his neck uncontrollably and twitch every once in a while thinking about her life. The neighbours would take advantage of her, they mocked her with exaggerated twitching and laughing. It got so bad she had to figure out how to revenge. It was too hard for her to be in a common cruel environment with seemingly every neighbour poking, or more like stabbing, fun at her. Abednego with his limping leg thought about, unconsciously replaying everything he remembered before he blacked out, over and over again.

"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

Velena couldn't blame Alexander for the hurt in her after what happened to her parents a dozen years ago, but Velena also didn't condone the way Alexander had hurt so many people even those who had done nothing wrong to him and Kimbeerly. Velena would never have known if Alexander hadn't suddenly returned home five years ago when she had only been home for a few days. Because when Velena asked Alexander to return home the man would say he couldn't because he was busy with his work and Velena thought that all that time Alexander was really working like what the man said, but beyond Velena's expectations Alexander took revenge on the family of the person who had killed his parents.

"Do you think a stamp worth over ten million dollars would be that easy to steal? I think you failed at extorting them, so now you're just crying wolf! Get lost, or we'll call the cops!" Seeing that the neighbors were siding with them, Patrick and Gena took the chance to stir things up. They took off their shoes and hurled them at me. "Scram!" The neighbors followed suit, grabbing brooms and bottles to throw at me. When she saw me in such a sorry state, Danielle put on a smug expression. It was as if she were saying, "This is what you get for going against me." Her arrogance made my blood boil. I snatched a broom that was hurled at me and threw it to the ground.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. I even have an alibi. What’s up?” “I woke up this morning and busted my ass. My entire bathroom floor was covered in baby oil.” “Okay, well then you must’ve dropped the bottle and didn’t screw the cap on or something.” “No, you don’t get it. I don’t own baby oil.” “Who did you make enemies with? Because it sounds like someone is pranking you. The good ole baby oil on the floor trick. You alright?” I clenched my phone with anger, knowing exactly who tried to take me out. Who would’ve thought that another human being would stoop so low, especially when they were in the wrong?