Glitter Bomb Prank Novels & Stories

Bob casts a tense glance at Frank, who turns his eyes at yellow-haired Bill Cranston, my head of security. Bill is a small, stout man with a rounded belly that started growing rapidly early this year after he got married. He shifts his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot. "Um, Alpha," he stammers, "technically, it's not a bomb . . ." I glare at him. "Then what is it?" "It's a firecracker, sir," he says. "An industrial-grade, pressurized novelty charge." I frown. This is ridiculous. I scan the rest of the room. None of them look surprised. Bob and Frank are watching me with cautious, guarded expressions. Did one of them set this up as some sick, fucked-up practical joke?

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.

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.

"I don't want to be discovering sparkles on my carpet until the next presidential election." "Glitter is festive," Helena protested. "And symbolic. Pink glitter drifts. Like dreams." "I will battle you." "Girls," Lily cut in, "you both are in command. Co-captains of Team Reveal." Helena glared. "You just want plausible deniability when this thing turns into a freak show." Vandaulf held up his hand. "As long as no one gets hurt and Raspberry isn't launched with a balloon, I'm on board with all plans."

I should have had more trust in him, but an uneasy feeling lingered within me. Stepping out onto the balcony, I caught sight of the box of sparklers and fireworks in the corner. I had purchased them specifically to celebrate the New Year with Jake. Suddenly, the sky burst into light. The entire riverfront erupted with an array of fireworks. I couldn't help but wonder which wealthy bachelor was attempting to impress his date by illuminating the entire city. For a brief moment, I was captivated, completely unaware of the emergency alert blaring from my phone. By the time I felt the ground tremble beneath me, a massive crack had already formed at my feet.

With Parker’s help, Heath had Kathy using a member of their security team to mail her packages and pick up her packages from her post office box. Ivy had to admit Parker played dirty by sending her a glitter bomb she’d opened after she got back to her studio. She called Ivy furious claiming Parker admitted to sending it to prove to her that anyone could send her a bomb. Kathy still felt outraged, even though she understood the point. Ivy could understand her outrage, even though the point was good.

“I like you bouncing. Just don’t hit the tree, Ollivara. Now you still have one round to go. Could you wrap it up quickly instead of talking me half to death again? I’m hungry and I want dinner.” His followers laughed again. They were really having a good time. That was it. Nice girls always finish last. I was done being too fucking nice. I raised a hand over my head like an awesome conductor, and then I snapped my fingers. My prank magic rolled out and spread like a shockwave. The laughter in the garden vanished, and the vampires watching the match outside the ring winced at first, then shifted their feet, then cursed profusely. Half of them started to scratch their balls; the rest would do

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

We all split up and head off to take showers. “Well, I definitely feel much more human after the shower.” Darryn states. “I have to agree,” I say. “It’s going to take forever to get rid of all this glitter,” Brett says. “It’s all over in the kitchen. Even in my cooking supplies.” Burton grumbles. “Where did we even find this much glitter?” Kane asks. “That would be us. The pride parade is in a month and we were stocking up.” Ryan replies.

One-Hundred Thirty: Casualties of War Mykayla It’s been a week since the prank war ended. However, we are still finding glitter everywhere. No matter how many times anyone vacuums, it’s still there. I thought we almost had it gone until Dustin and Tyrell decided to get each other. They thought the bombs had coloured powder in them. Nope, they were glitter bombs. I have to say they looked very pretty and shiny afterwards. I laughed hard. The looks on their faces when they both realized it was glitter were priceless. Of course, Bryn got it all on video. I swear these men here can act so immature. The prank war has died down for the most part. A few pranks are still happening. Seth