Deadly Prank Novels & Stories

Axel: *sends a laughing emoji* Axel: *sends a broken heart* Axel: If you think I'm a bad boy, then what should I call you? A bitch? My lips twitch. This is becoming something else. Me: Seriously, cut the crap, okay? How's Raphael doing, his legs and all? Axel: I knew it. Another confirmation. You've been asking about me. You're the bad one. Me: End this now or I'll kill you. Axel: ....

I had learned not to be too relaxed even when I was in a safe zone. “Relax,” I said, watching Achille wave the fruit fork like a maestro conducting silence. “This isn’t the first time someone’s tried to burn me alive.” Diego chuckled on the other line. “That’s what happens when your wife is the devil’s second in command.” Laughter broke across the call. That was on Diego's side. Max fake laughed and returned to talking. “I don't know what the hell is going on with you Mafia guys and your shit, but find a way to end this crap,” Max said.

Marco instructs Vinny as they make their way to the limousine, leaving behind a scene of pain and menace in the secluded barn. ELENA Home, the place where I seek solace and a sanctuary from my life’s chaos. The comforting routine is disrupted when a text notification chimes on my phone. At this late hour. “definitely Sarah sending some random meme or another”. I mumble. After finishing up with my bed, I check the message, only to be met with a gasp escaping my lips. It's not Sarah. An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message:

“This is the last time I am asking!” Kevin started laughing an evil laugh, “Your girlfriend’s old place. He built it back up and there is an underground tunnel you will never find!” Kevin laughed as blood spewed from his mouth. The blood on the ground was pooling up and running down the drain as he took his last breath. After a minute, his body slumped over and Kevin was dead. “Alrighty boys. Have fun cleaning that up and I suggest you wear gloves.” Kyle said as he smiled at me.

"Daegar, I get Daegar. I can't do shit anymore." "Language," Lya warned. She stood up from the table and lay on the bed next to her friend. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, I was just worried. You never stay out overnight. I couldn't hold off everyone the whole night from discovering you were gone. What did you even do?" "I got drunk, with Rhae." Aynyra laughed. "I'm still hungover." "Got a nickname for the famous assassin, ha? Who could have poisoned you by the way."

“According to the police and school officials, the whole thing was a fraternity prank gone bad.” “Huh?” Leesa said. “Zombies as a fraternity prank? I don’t get it.” “Well, of course no one really believed they were zombies,” Stacie said. “I’m still having trouble believing it myself, even though I saw them.” Leesa wasn’t surprised that brainiac Stacie would be skeptical of something so otherworldly. “The story is that some frat guys dug up three bodies and left them in the hallway to scare us,” Cali said. “What about Amber?” Leesa asked. “She was dead…and from what I saw, she must have had bite marks all over her.”

I want you to die in the most simple way I know-how. Method of killing: Upright jerker Rewards: $ 550,000 I’m still reading a lot of remarks, but they vanished from my memory because I couldn’t believe the way of murdering and the prizes that are set there. Adrastos abruptly took up the microphone and gazed at the screen. “Wow! Mr. Duke Dalton has climbed to the forefront of the comment section! He prefers the method of killing known as Upright jerker, and the rewards are a whopping $ 500,000!”

"I screwed up yesterday," "If your version of 'screwed up' is finishing the paper 15 minutes early, then I f****d up," I shook my head. "Guys, he's coming," Dylan screamed as he rushed into the class. In about two solid seconds, the entire class maintained pin drop silence. At that point, all I could hear was my heartbeat, increasing its rate. "Dylan!" Vanille bent over to him. "Did you just prank us?" "Dude, I'm dead serious!" He whispered. "He's right there near the-,"

3.... Ryley and his friends stood there all shocked and numb like a statue staring at her body. 'Gosh? Why are these girls so dumb? She literally slit her wrists overhearing us. It was just a prank God damn it. We never shot her video, we just acted like that to teach her a lesson.' He thought while behind him, "Ohh god! She is dead." "Shit! she committed suicide!" "The wild wolves gang killed another student!"

They had frequent prank wars as they grew up. Such wars included simple things like Tony's shampoo replaced with mayonnaise, or more extreme things like when all of Ethan's clothes were bleached white. Come to think of it, Tony should introduce Dillon to the Art of the Prank. It was his dead-set belief that prank wars were necessary for the continued friendship between any two male humans. Dillon's reactions would be fun too. He should watch his step though. Dillon was no idiot and likely had the capacity to set up some elaborate and complex traps. That however, was a thought for another time. It was four o'clock, Dillon would be in soon, and Tony had other things on his mind. Now he had to