Glitter Bomb Prank Novels & Stories

“Can I touch it?” “No. You can climb it.” “Really?!” “No.” I smiled. “But let’s pretend we almost did and run away.” We laughed and moved from aisle to aisle, picking out sour belts, chocolate frogs, marshmallow slime, and—of course—the poop-shaped truffles. “They even have a glitter toilet!” Egi gasped, pointing at the photo booth. “Can we sit on it?” “You’re asking the wrong person,” I said. “I live for glitter toilets.”

He was failing at pretending. Noah climbed onto a chair holding glitter. That was immediately concerning. “Hope,” Void said carefully, “why is there glitter on the ceiling?” I looked up. “Oh.” There was a lot of glitter on the ceiling. Noah pointed accusingly at gravity. “It happened naturally.” Uncle Devourer laughed so hard he nearly dropped the tray he was carrying. The apartment became louder and louder as morning continued. Children running through hallways. Lanterns floating near the windows.

Harper had asked. I watched my mate argue mock‑seriously with Naomi about whether or not we should institute a “No Glitter at Official Pack Functions” rule. My child tried to climb beleaguered Leo like a tree. Bella laughed as Cassian lifted her clear out of the path of a rogue beanbag. “No,” I murmured to myself. “Not for a second.”

I gave a low laugh and then handed the capes to the other two people who would be wearing them. "Little Riding Hood doesn't turn wolf, and neither does Granny, unless it's a wolf in disguise. Hunter and Wolf can transform." I opened my blouse and showed my daggers stuck in my body. "So they won't say I stole in the middle. I asked some recruits to spread weapons and other traps in the radius available for the prank." "The basket was set up by Daniel, so I don't know what we have here." Joshua pointed to the basket now on the floor. "Granny's final candy is also mixed in there."

I looked at him, gazing at the scar and his steel silver eyes that assessed me bore no emotion as usual and then I looked at the army and the two women a few paces away from me and I did what was best at the moment. I flared into deep, boisterous laughter, the type of laughter that made me want to clutch onto my belly despite my hands being tied and the type that made me want to roll on the floor while laughing cause this was the best birthday prank ever and grump was a damn good actor. _________________

On the third day after receiving our college acceptance letters, the most popular student in school, Natalie Simmons, proposes something in our class group chat. "We're all adults now, and we've already been accepted into college. We should do something exciting before the semester begins. Let's put on a show and stage a fake bank heist. It'll be fun." In my last life, I make 23 phone calls in a row and confiscate every prop they plan to use. No one gets hurt. But Natalie becomes the target of criticism from parents and teachers. She sinks into depression and eventually jumps into a lake. The entire class blames me and hates me. At our graduation dinner, they force a whole bottle of liqu

Of course, she laughed at it openly. They then decided they would take their own snowmen down with snowball bombs. Being the gentleman that he was, Gio let her go first. Her first bomb was a direct hit that took his snowman's head right off. Her jaw dropped, and in the next second, she was laughing uncontrollably. "I didn't mean to do that," she squealed as she took off when she saw him give chase. "What do you mean you didn't mean to? You aimed right at his head!"

“Like me.” The next half hour passed in a blur of ridiculousness. I crawled around on all fours, roaring and growling, pretending to be the reluctant dragon-hero. Emma ordered imaginary armies, declared me a traitor, forgave me, crowned me, banished me, and then crowned me again. We rescued Sparkleface, who had apparently been kidnapped by a traitorous giraffe. At one point, I was dramatically “slain” by a feather duster. Glitter was dumped on my head like some sort of ritual blessing, and I barely flinched when she poked me with a plastic fork and called it a royal sword. It was messy. It was loud. It was the most chaotic thing I’d done in weeks.

Deborah and I got down the stairs and she gave me a confused look like she also did not understand. "What the hell is happening here?" I snapped at her, irritated by her actions. Last night I didn't sleep because I was worried sick for Xander and now the maid was pulling a prank on me. Deborah opened her mouth to talk but she was interrupted by the loud sound of an explosion and screams. A glitter gun exploded, and someone walked inside from the back door, playing a trumpet. It was the birthday song My hands reached to my mouth to cover my excited screams. Did Xander prepare a birthday surprise for me? I felt so touched.

The bunch gasp in shock before laughing yet again. "You're the best, Al," Gen touches her stomach as she bends, trying to stop from laughing too hard. I grin as the kitchen bursts with laughter again. My second prank for them is by glueing a pair of googly eyes on every item in the fridge. But Honey is definitely not amused by the look on his face.