Glitter Bomb Prank Novels & Stories

“Dangled him upside down. Swung him like a piñata.” Theo howls. “It was glorious. He was crying, begging us to stop, then puked all over himself. Mid-swing. It was fucking art.” Knox’s head falls forward and slams onto the table with a thud that silences the room. “Okay,” Ghost says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We give it back. I’ll call it a prank. You two in bunny suits? They might actually buy it.” “Call it a security audit,” I counter, smirking. “If two idiots in bunny suits can breach ’em, anyone...can.”

Zack's Pov. I'm home from school now. What my monkey friends make me do is tiring. They said they wanted me to prank Angel with my stretches and also to show him my sweetness. Suppose I pretend to be sweet to her hmm. If there was no real punishment, I wouldn't do that because I know that woman likes me and I don't like her. Then they say that I will dance on the ground naked when I don't do that. ***** I called Zyrone first to find out when I would stop what they were doing. It was annoying

today. Last time, some smartypants thought that it would be such a funny prank to light firecrackers inside my locker. Obviously, it burned everything inside. Do you know what's funnier? I was blamed for it. On top of that, they also pull extreme pranks like stealing my undergarments and raising them in the sacred pole of the school. They thought it would be humiliating, but when I took my underwear off in front of them and put them on my jacket, they managed to shut up.

"On April Fools' Day… Y-You said it was… okay to prank her… to teach her a lesson… she won't forget…" When James heard that, his grip loosened. Marissa was right. The night before we were supposed to depart, Marissa had sought him out, sweetly begging him to let her play a prank on me again since it was April Fools' Day tomorrow. She claimed that she was only planning on turning off my oxygen for a few seconds, just to give me a good scare. He was busy browsing documents at the time, so he didn't even bother raising his head as he responded with, "Do whatever you wish, just don't take things too far."

he says, a teasing glint in his green eyes as he finally lets me sit up. He props himself up on an elbow, watching me with an amused expression. “Did you know you tried to teach Silas how to do the Macarena?” My eyes widen in horror. “No! I didn’t!” He chuckles, a deep, hearty sound. “Oh, you did. And you were convinced that the bonfire needed more… ‘sparkle,’ I believe were your exact words. You almost threw a handful of glitter into it.” "Where did I even get the glitter from?"

I said fearfully as I tried to collect it. "What could be in the package that has you all paranoid and anxious?" "Someone called me and told me to get rid of the package. I know it's crazy but it's the truth." "Then I'll be the judge of that." Elias said as he sat down on our bed. Each time he ripped the package, my heart would shortcircuit and continue beating again. I watched as Elias' eyes dimmed and I was going to explain when he burst out laughing. "I can't believe you've been pranked. Your bomb was actually chocolate; Secret Serenade and it's for you from a supposed number one fan." Elias said as he raised a very expensive chocolate brand carton to me.

While laughing, he busied his hands in his pockets and cheerfully said, "HELLO! I AM SANDRO SMITH!!!!! AND I PLAN TO COLOR MY BEAUTIFUL AND SOUL-STEALING EXPLOSIONS WITH YOUR FRESH AND LOVELY RED BLOOD! ALJUR! HAHAHAHA!" It was too late when the man from the organization realized what he meant. Midway the bomber kid's speech, he had already taken out his favorite toys and rained them down to the wide-eyed robe-wearing man. "Please enjoy my self-made toys!!! Hahahaha!"

“I just want to make sure everyone knows how talented you really are, superstar.” Hannah looked as if she was about to say something in return, but she was interrupted by another Hair and Makeup person,who was now holding up two bottles of glitter. “Okay, this may be a little out there, but I was thinking it’d be kind of cute to throw some glitter in your hair? Since it’s Christmas and all. Ooh, and the glitter will really stand out under the set lights, too—” “NO. THIS WON’T WORK!” A man’s voice cut through the room, even though the voice’s owner was nowhere to be seen.

"F*ck, Tim is too cruel! He's actually so shameless!" Anne's heart sank and she understood. The glass marble was the most ingenious design of this kind of bomb. Once the box was moved, the marble would shake. Although the timer remained still at the moment, the slightest movement would let it start. The timer could be triggered as soon as the glass marble moved. Then, there would be no way to avoid a bomb explosion! "He's so ruthless!" Even Anne had not expected Tim to be so vicious, let alone Gladyce.

Intent. Amelia reached into her coat pocket. Glitter bomb. Unarmed. Improvised. But it was weight. A trick. A stalling tactic. Elizabeta's body pressed tight to her ribs, the heat of her too real, too fragile. The door handle jiggled. She threw the glitter bomb with every ounce of panic in her arm. The flash exploded like a bottle rocket. Yelling. Scrambling. She shoved the girl deeper into the coats, turned, grabbed the first blunt object she could find. A camping thermos and swung.