Romans & histoires Glitter Bomb Prank

I have been reborn, and I happened to return to a point in my life just as Giorgo Romero, the Don, was about to get attacked. After snapping back to my senses, I gingerly placed a hand on my very swollen pregnant belly. My baby was still alive. It still wasn't too late. Amidst the chaos, I took off the emergency alert ring from my finger and threw it into the trash can not too far away from me. The Don was exposed and vulnerable amidst the crowd that was completely out of control. The terrorist had already broken past all defences. His finger was already on the detonator and he rushed up to the Don.

Larry shot to his feet without any time to look at the form, grabbed his coat, and left. It was chaotic at the Northern Trade Center. There were screams, howls, and sounds of glass shattering everywhere. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning and the pungent tang of ignited silver dust. A number of Rogues had been pinned to the ground by the central guards, but there was still one more Rogue frantically backing away and running into the crowd. He was cursing under his breath and holding the final modified silverdust bomb in his hand. When Larry rushed in, he saw the Rogue throw the bomb at a young pup who had fallen to the floor. He couldn't be any older than six years old, and he

This was the perfect opportunity for her to make a name for herself. Sure enough, as soon as she opened the dice cup again, it was another three of a kind. Gasps erupted across the entire room. "Damn, Reggie! We're sticking with you from now on!" Caught in the chaos, I was shoved through the crowd until I lost my balance completely. At the same moment, the chandelier above suddenly came loose and plummeted straight toward me. Shards of shattered glass embedded themselves into my skin in an instant. A wave of pain hit me, causing me to lose consciousness on the spot.

This went on for about three minutes until he stopped moving and a sparkle appeared in his eyes. “I got it. I think I fucking got it!” “Well, stop stalling and tell me!” Motioning his hands in all different directions, he was excited by his idea, “We’ll have to do it in class. We all have the same school-issued tumblers. So what we will do is put silver powder in water, dissolve it, and switch them out during class. All eyes are on us anyway, as the only humans there, but they think we're useless and clumsy. So if one of us trips and falls after refilling our tumblers with water, we can switch them out in the chaos of the fall. Easy peasy.”

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.

One by one, the addresses of every jewelry store under Robert's name were dug up and plastered all over the web for everyone to see. Robert stood frozen in place, sweat rolling down his forehead. As he watched the screen flood with comments calling for a thorough investigation and prison time, he knew it was all over for him. Without warning, he dropped to his knees with a loud thud. "Ms. Flynn, I was wrong! I'll give you a million dollars! Just turn off the livestream! Please spare me!" The live chat erupted in a fresh storm of outrage. "Don't believe him! Don't you dare take a single cent!"

Chadd says, "Shocker had an idea but he's going to need all of our help. Clementine, you're with me. Honey, can you get the two together?" "Aye-aye," I say, slapping my hand against my forehead. I switch to the explosive side of my Boomstick and start shooting at both of the serpecydsises. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!" A large pink cloud forms in the ruined temple as I shoot. It rains glitter as the two serpecydsises try to attack me. However, as soon as one of them even tries to attack, I fire a bomb and their mouths catch on fire.

"He was a walking glitter bomb. I found glitter in my boots, the truck, and even in my oatmeal. Paco sneezed sparkles for a week. Took three baths to get him halfway clean." Sofie snorted. "It was all Claire’s idea!" "You held him down!" Claire shot back. "You bribed him with peanut butter!" "He was going to eat the glue before it set!" Laughter burst around the table. My chest shook. Even Stephen looked like he couldn’t picture it but wanted to. Alex lifted his cup. "To Paco—the one and only Glittercorn." Cups clinked, dusk settling soft and golden. I caught Sofie’s eye. Her hand rested on her belly, just gentle enough to make something ache in my chest.

I couldn't see his face so I imagined how it would look on his face. I told him of when I pulled a prank on Kira when I was eight. Paige and I had put Boyle, a substance that caused itchiness, into her bathing gel. I omitted Paige from the story since I was obviously lying about my name. It felt so good to recall that memory, especially with a stranger who could freely laugh with me. I didn't think I'd ever laughed with someone who wasn't Paige before.

Amy snapped making them flinch. "We were just having fun Mom! Come on!" Lucas whined trying to be cute. "What did you do?" Bianca calmly asked. "Zee!" Bianca snapped when nobody answered. "We...pulled a prank on the teacher because she was being rude to us." Zee answered looking down. "What kind of prank?" Amy asked fuming in anger while Bianca remained absolutely calm. "We.....ummm.....we messed with the fuse in her office and it...umm...set on fire. She was just hurt a little." Lucas mumbled while Bianca nodded.