Best Senior Pranks Novels & Stories

"See, so those pranks did come in handy." "I never once said that they didn't. If I recall, I had once declared that playing pranks on people with you was my best past time ever and that I never wanted those moments to end." "The times when we used to plan how we were going to prank someone was amazing. I miss those days when we used to decide on a target, gather information about them and then execute the plans. That was the best time of my life." "Oh? I would've thought that getting your first girlfriend had been the best time of your life?" I arched my brows. "I recall you saying something like that."

“It began at the start of our senior year, that was when Kendall decided that she was the top of the food chain. Briella and Trish went ahead with it anyway because they always agree with whatever Kendall says, no matter how stupid it is.” “But Trish isn’t…” Lea cut her brother off. “Should I remind you that Trish was the one who pulled that prank on you in junior class?” That caught my interest. “What prank is that?” Lea laughed. “Oh, where do I even begin? There are a lot of them. How much time do you have?” Kendall passed our table, and as she did, she intentionally used her hip to nudge my hand so that my spoon fell in my lap, splashing yoghurt on it.

"As you already know, it is impossible to prank me." "Yeah, sure, Baldy," I laughed. Jayden and I always pranked each other. It was one of the ways we showed affection. One time, I had gone shopping at the mall and I spotted a wig that was of the exact same shade as Jay's hair. That gave me an idea for the cruelest prank ever. For the next few days, I'd cut some hair from that wig and sprinkle it around the apartment. My favorite spots were on the shower drain, Jay's pillow, the couch, Jay's comb, and a few other random places.

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!"

she continued, smiling, “please give it up for the one student who single-handedly convinced all five embassies’ visit to our school. Our one and only—” She pointed. “Catherine Young.” The hall exploded. Claps thundered, cheers rang out, phones rose higher. Catherine looked momentarily stunned before breaking into a laugh, rushing forward to hug the principal. She stepped up to the microphone, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. And somehow, even in a room full of noise— She still felt impossibly out of reach. “Good morning, everybody.” Her voice trembled slightly with laughter. At first, I thought she was just being playful—until I noticed the posters some of the juniors were holding.

he asked. "Over there," I whispered, pointing toward the storage closet, my voice still trembling. The male officer walked over, and the moment he laid eyes on the severed hand, his posture visibly stiffened. He crouched down to inspect it closely while the female officer continued to comfort me. "Don't worry too much. Like you said, it could just be a prank prop. “I know some of these gag gifts are made to look and smell incredibly realistic nowadays. “We've actually dealt with similar false alarms before..."

“Oh, for sure. She’ll say one word in that tiny princess voice and he’ll be out buying her a damn pony.” “And the three terrors will have them cursing in two minutes,” I add. “Two?” Caden raises an eyebrow. “Try one. Or less, if they go for the clingfilm prank again.” I nearly choke laughing. “You mean like the time they clingfilmed Ben’s toilet seat? I have never seen a man so traumatised by his own pee.”

He smiled, leaning over to kiss my temple before he began to explain. “So, when our Delta, Blaze, was little, like maybe, what, three or four years old?” The guys around him nodded in agreement. “He decided he had come up with the absolute best prank ever. He literally crapped in a bowl, poured cheerios over it, added the milk, and then tried to give it to me for breakfast! As if it didn’t absolutely reek of the hidden surprise underneath. Of course, I didn’t eat it, and I’m almost certain his mother threw it straight in the garbage before she dragged him from the room by his ear!” The hilarity of three-year-old Blaze offering his best friend and future Alpha a bowl of cereal with a turd in

Was it too late Senior? (I tried to hold my tears but I couldn't anymore) I initiated the hug. He seemed surprised by it. The warm hug kept me calm and more to that I didn't feel nervous anymore. "This isn't some prank right?", Senior asked me. I broke the embrace. "What?" "Is this one of your pranks?" I put back the Bluetooth into my ear, "Hit the lights!" "Who are you speaking to?", Senior asked me. On the call, Blair: Why did you remove it?

“They hid in the school bell tower. Took me forever to find them.” “Isna! Israel!” I snapped, glaring at them. “Mom, a little fun doesn’t hurt. You like our pranks—they’re always fun!” Isna defended. She wasn’t wrong. The prank at my award night was cute—they made a massive amount of lilies, my favorite flower, rain down on me. It had shocked me… but it was sweet. “This wasn’t sweet. Phoenix looks like he ran a marathon.” “Well, he said he wanted to lose weight. The hide-and-seek was planned exercise,” Isna pouted.