Deadly Prank Novels & Stories

The kind of sense I did not want to possess. I wish this is just a dream. I wish my parents were still alive this time to tell me everything is a huge prank. But Mom hates pranks. Mom slapped Dad in front of us when Dad created his last April Fools' prank. He pretended to have a mistress on April first nine years ago. And Dad never pranks any of us again.

“What did I hear you say? How come? She can't die, I didn't even hit the chair on the sensitive place, She can't die” Dunn mouthed bursting into hot and regretful tears. “ I was just joking” Laura bursted into heavy laughter holding her stomach. Dunn was dumbstruck, She jumped to where Laura was and hit her hard on the head. “What kind of prank is that? Do you know I almost had a cardiac arrest? ” Dunn screamed, almost deafening Laura.

Before I knew it, those two had killed me. My rage flared, and I decided to crash Elaine's birthday party. As I stormed in, the birthday cake flew into the air, smashing to the ground. Gasps filled the room as I shattered their drinking glasses one by one. Dipping my finger in red frosting, I scrawled on the white wall: "Happy Deathday!" Chaos erupted. Guests whispered in hushed tones, "Did the assistant say Mrs. Dalton was really dead?" Elaine's eyes widened in horror, and the high-paid celebrity, worth millions, abruptly walked off the stage.

"Why was security pulled from the gala, Massimo? Why did I almost bleed to death on that floor? Don't you have an answer for me?" "What the hell are you talking about?" Massimo clutched Bianca tighter. "Arabella, stop this nonsense!" "Now, apologize to Bianca. Immediately!" Apologize? Apologize to the woman who murdered my son? A desperate rage swallowed the last of my sanity. I snatched the dagger from Massimo's belt and slashed it across my own forearm. Blood poured out, a river of red far more horrifying than the scratch on Bianca's forehead. "Is this sincere enough?" I stared at them, my voice dead. "Is this apology good enough for you?"

My trembling fingers moved across the keypad and dialed 911. The moment the call connected, I tried desperately to choke back my sobs, but my throat was so tight it throbbed with pain. "911, what is the emergency?" "I want to report a crime! There’s... there’s a prank gift in my house but I think it’s a real human hand..." The words had barely left my mouth when the sheer terror of the situation truly hit me. My voice shook violently and my tongue felt so knotted that it took me a good while just to explain what was happening.

At first, I was shocked by the large amount of money they put into their stupid bet, but soon the shock was replaced with astonishment by their wild imagination. Death by drowning was, of course, there, and no surprise it was Boris's pick. They also included driving into a ditch, choking on food, even breaking my neck after falling from the stairs, and many other stupid things. It may sound insensible, borderline sadistic to bet on my death, but in their defense, it all happened to me before.

If it weren't for me, Andy wouldn't have to sleep in parks or contract such a terrible illness… But then again, why was Andy hanging out with them? Sunny then sent me another text: [Don't you want the truth? Check out this livestream and you'll understand.] I stared at the link I didn't recognize, but quickly tapped on it with a trembling finger before I knew it. [Welcome to the World of Pranks! Our current prankster is Andy Lawson, and his victim is Jane Smith!] There was a small line underneath: [One month left!]

ey heard a sarcastic voice and turned to see Leah. Leah was also part of the people who maltreated her and to make it all worse she was the head maid's favorite so her life became a living nightmare with both of them in it. " Don't speak like that to Andrea, at least respect the fact that she's a princess." Mia cautioned her. Andrea was starting to regret slipping out one day that she was the princess of the dark mark-moonednowit has backfired because everyone just used it to taunt her.

The reception has barely begun. My eyes became narrow slits as I looked at her. Whatever it is I swear if you wait until the end of the night to tell us— She teased him with a playful "You'll survive" before she turned away to welcome another guest. My eyes met Rachel's and she released a theatrical huff. “Should this situation prove to be an intricate prank, my decision stands to sever All ties with her. ” A laugh escaped me yet an unsettled gut feeling lingered. “What is it? ”

Dex says from behind her. Maya looks at him over her shoulder. Dex Hartley is twenty-nine, handsome in the irritating way of men who don’t know where the plunger lives, and currently holding a spoon like he’s about to conduct a scientific trial on dairy products from the back of the fridge. “That’s not a defence,” Maya says. “That’s what people say before poisoning guests.” “We don’t have guests.” “Exactly. It would just be us. A murder-suicide via nachos.”