Revenge Pranks On Neighbors の小説・ストーリー

After three years of being poked and humiliated at every turn, three years of being ridiculed and branded a slut for something I didn’t even do, I finally snap. I grab the steel mug of steaming hot coffee from underneath the coffee machine and hurl it at Blondie. The boiling steam from the liquid swishes as it makes contact with her face. A second later, her screams fill the air. She’s flaying her arms and bouncing on the heels of her feet. Her friends flock around her like nasty little roaches. The shop is filled with chaos for a moment and in that moment, I feel satiated. Thrilled to have finally exerted some sort of revenge on my bullies.

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.

So during my last couple of years in school, when rumors circulated about me, they would defend me and tell people I'm better than the rest of them I did continue seeking revenge from the jerks in high school, but I kept it PG-13. The last prank I pulled off was giving a love letter to the scrawny boy who always made fun of my mom and making him think it was from the girl he really liked. When he approached her at lunch and said, "I like you too and would love to go out on a date with you," she took one look at him and loudly said, "ME?! GO OUT WITH YOU?! OVER MY DEAD AND GORGEOUS BODY, LOSER!" He didn't come to school for a couple of days after the humiliation and kept his head down low hop

She lowered her head and looked at her feet. “That’s because he bullied you!” Jaybie shouted angrily. Sonnet turned. She saw Jaybie standing by the door holding his gargle cup. He had just finished washing up. The front of his hair was still damp. “We stood on the balcony and saw you coming home last night. We ran downstairs to greet you. However, we heard you talking to our neighbor. We walked down to look. We saw him carrying you and ignoring your protests! Our neighbor is a bad person. We must take revenge for you!” Jaybie shouted, standing with his chest puffed out.

The man I knew, the Masato who always seemed in control of everything, had gone through that? "When he finally got out, he wasn’t the same. And that’s when his revenge began." Thomas moved closer to the table and, in a somber voice, said: "He went back to that orphanage. He ordered it to be set on fire, with all the staff inside. None of them survived." I felt the blood drain from my face. I couldn’t imagine Masato, with all his charm and self-control, ordering something like that. I mean, yes, there was danger in his eyes, and I knew making him angry was definitely risky, but…

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

Henry shoved him hard. Gideon stumbled, hit the floor—and still crawled toward me. "I was wrong, okay? I messed up!" he cried. "I'm apologizing, I'm begging—just don't marry someone else!" I looked down at him, cold. "Haven't you humiliated me enough, Gideon? You really had to ruin my birthday too? What do I even owe you, that you'd come here like this—like it's payback?" He crawled forward again and latched onto my leg. "You don't owe me anything. I'm the trash. I didn't even like Olivia. I just wanted to make you jealous.

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”

“What goes around comes around. Do you really think you’re smarter than everyone else?” As the police moved to take me away, I spoke up immediately. “Officer, I want to report Thomas for organizing group debauchery! And Samantha knowingly being a mistress!” The moment I finished speaking, everyone froze. After a brief silence, an uproar broke out. “Hahaha, that’s ridiculous! Reed, did you hit your head or something?!” Samantha’s eyes turned red, her voice trembling. “I just came here to relax for Christmas, and you’re calling me a mistress?! Do you have any shame? Don’t you know how I’ve treated you all these years?!”

I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life. “Bastard, I will definitely kill you.” With that, Duane left with an angry face. I guess he's planning to get his revenge on me in the most painful way, so I have to leave the factory as soon as possible. At least in another area, he wouldn't dare kill people. But when Alva wasn't here, PSS wouldn't let me go anywhere else, so I tried to stay away from Duane, thinking that would make the hatred in his heart subside. But on the contrary, Duane thought I looked down on him, he almost killed me.