Glitter Bomb Prank Novels & Stories

"How did it get broken?!" I was watching TV when I got mail. I checked it, and it was from the company I got interviewed at yesterday. I got the job, and I was so elated by the news that I jumped in excitement and somehow, I kept jumping and jumping until I reached the corner of the living room were artifact rested, and I mistakenly hit with my hand. It fell from where it was and shattered to pieces.

His face was all red. "I'll start with you Grey." In a bad timing Gabriel's mini bomb unexpectedly explodes and all of us are covered with confettis, glitter and whatever the fuck Gabriel placed inside that fucking mini bomb. "Yey! Party!" Mommy and Sunshine both shouted. God save us all.

The crowd erupted in applause. And me? I just stood there—done up, out of place, the awkward duckling next to a swan. From that day on, my birthday stopped being mine. One of their friends even laughed in my face. "You really thought the flowers and balloons were for YOU? Please. This whole setup was for Olivia. "Gideon just used your birthday to get her here. That was the plan all along. You? You were just a stepping stone in their love story." How did it get to this point?

Bottled water. I accidentally hit it while walking towards him and the stupid thing spilled on the floor. "I don't know what you're talking about Mrs King and also, you're a chicken" "Whatever. I know you're trying to prank me!" "Oh, that is true" "That's all you're gonna say? That it's true" "Yes, it is true. You're in for it baby" "Dylan, you went through all the stress of ordering paint, dye, explosives, firecrackers and radioactive waste just to prank me?"

Ian was left clutching his stomach and staring at me in disbelief, "How dare you kick me! Not even my parents hurt me! Just wait—you'll pay for this!" Harold hurried to help him up, sighing apologetically, "Don't stoop to his level, Ian—he's crazy. I'm so sorry you had to go through that." I smirked at Harold right then. "You're the crazy one here—you could have walked away with all the money Ellie and Jennie gave you, but instead you had to come here and pretend to be the heir of Skymex Group." Then, wheeling on Ellie and Jennie, I pointed at the door and growled coolly, "If you two are so keen on your little role-play with your lover, then take him with you and leave my company this instan

"And if I see one piñata shaped like a baby bottle, I'm staging a coup." "You wound me," Simone said, clutching her chest dramatically. "I would never." I groaned again, flopping back dramatically. "I'm going to regret this." She beamed at me. "You're going to love it. Trust me, Lia. It’ll be perfect." Something told me "perfect" was going to involve glitter cannons. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it. Glitter cannons weren’t something I had used before— No, wait, Rain used it once. What he ended up doing was making a huge mess, and we had to clean everything. It was annoying, but I still remember how he kept laughing and smiling. So maybe it was worth it.

I ask him. “We did, but we never get in trouble. This school needs the star quarterback. So, they never punished Adrian or me,” he shrugs. “Do you have any favourite prank?” I question. He thinks for a moment and answers me. “Oh, yeah, this one-time Adrian noticed our principal jogging, and you know what? He was completely bald, so we decided to expose him to the whole school.

It was a reminder that I had more freedom than most. “They’re not always bad …” I trailed off as I told her about the night Knight and I had gotten black-out drunk. We spent the entire night plotting out these pranks—some elaborate, some not—most of which had still yet to go off. “Just before we left for the Hunt one of them uh … detonated?” Evangeline cackled loudly, “You planted a pipe bomb under Damon’s bed?!”

It was like an inferno unfolding before our eyes. I clutched my chest as I drudge the sea of patrons trying to scape the blazing club. Alarms and sprinkles went off but none of that would help, the building will collapse anyway. My friend Gladys strategically set up homemade bombs made of flammable hair and cleaning products we had at hand. I didn’t know if it was going to be effective or not, but we had to try. I had already set a plan in motion the moment I poisoned the food to make the wolves week. I don’t know about the other species, but I’m sure they also got sick.

A cloud erupted everywhere. I stumbled backward. "What the hell?!" Blue smoke. Blue powder. Blue paint. Blue everything. It covered my hands. My arms. My shirt. My face. I stood there frozen while the cloud slowly drifted away. "What the fuck?" My heart was pounding. For one terrifying second, I thought somebody had actually tried something. Then I realized what it was. One of those stupid prank packages. The kind people used to catch porch pirates. I took several deep breaths. Thank God.