Glitter Bomb Prank Novels & Stories

The girl in Econ who keeps flirting with another student mid-lecture. Priscilla rolled her eyes. “She’s the reason group projects should be banned.” “Tell me about it,” I scoffed. “Last time, she added glitter fonts to our presentation.” She gasped. “Glitter fonts? That’s a criminal offence.” “Agreed.” The sound of our combined laughter filled the room—loud enough to be heard if you were standing outside the door, but not so loud that it sounded panicked. It sounded exactly like two bored, happy teenagers killing time.

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.

Shaking his head and watching the small multicolored cakes, party hats and gift boxes along with HAPPY BIRTHDAY written in a few different fonts fall, he looked across the reception area and Karan realized she had made a mistake. “Glitter bomb, huh?” “You wouldn’t!” she laughed. Taking his hair out of its ponytail to get the rest of the confetti out of his hair, he grinned at her. “You would.” She said as she sobered. Sitting at his confetti covered desk, he searched the internet for glitter bombs. Karan and Cookie took him to lunch at the Cookie Jar. His sister, Mia, picked a piece of confetti out of his hair. “Don’t ask.” Chance growled and Karan laughed.

Then, I found it. It's hidden over here. Oh my, there are two. This time though, a bomb went flying towards me. Damn, I took a step back to dodge it. I ignored the damn prank and stared at the wires. I need to cut one. Which one? I could actually feel a bead of sweat trickle down my face. Then, I looked up when the raucous began. Ace and Wallace are rolling on the floor, kicking and punching. "What's wrong with them?" I asked, annoyed. I cut the wire on the left, and then my bomb went boom with a song, Fireworks by Katie Perry.

She said as she sat down thinking about which story to tell first. “So before the pack was split and Frank was 12 years old and I was 8, almost 9 years old. We thought it would be a funny prank to put glue and glitter in our parents' shaving cream and our dad`s after shave. When we were laying down watching funny pranks gone wrong on tv Frank suddenly told me he had an idea for a funny prank to play on our parents. So naturally curious I had asked him what his idea was and he told me we could put glitter and glue in their shaving cream and dad`s aftershave. We agreed we'd wait until they had gone to do their duties for the day to do it.

“That’s right, it’s Bomb. I like to study weapons and bombs, so I gave myself an English name called Bomb. Madam Olympias, how do you find my name? Does it sound good?” Olympias then said coldly, “Did you plant the bombs in Central Plaza?” “Yeah, mwahahaha!!! How does it feel? In the beginning, I only wanted to pull a prank, but I didn’t expect it would go as far as to attract you and Jim to go there personally. Two Kings of Regal Palace! Sigh… I really never expected you guys would see through my tricks. How did you two figure out two wires of the bomb needed to be cut off at the same time?

When he supported me on the dance floor, it felt like an electric current had fallen on my skin, and I came dangerously close to falling. We're going to glitter! What exactly should I do? The palm of the man's left hand was resting on my back, and he grasped one of my hands in his right hand. My other free hand came to rest on his chest gradually. I could sense that the hurl was starting to burn both of us. I became utterly petrified as the flames were on the verge of breaking out. "Now we sparkle. We lit the entire hall, and we become the talk of tomorrow," he said jokingly.

He was skeptical about hearing her right because who the hell still choose to live in the past, at a technological time like this? "Yes sir." Anderson breathed out again, before dragging himself off the couch and walking to get the letter from her. He tore it open at the doorpost and lazily read through the gobbledegook message. He grimaced and started to discard it in its pack when a glitter bomb blew up on his face. He shut his eyes to prevent the fancy pieces from getting into them. Grimacing, he grumbled under his breath, cussing and vowing to kill whoever played such a prank on him. His phone began ringing and he groaned before answering.

The moment the manager finished speaking, the ring box slipped from Hunter's hand and hit the floor with a sharp snap. The pear-shaped diamond rolled out and bumped against the toe of his dress shoe. The smile on Gabriel's face froze as well. "What did you just say?" The manager was startled by his reaction and hurriedly handed over a tablet. "At 4:00 am, Ms. Lawson personally called to cancel every part of the wedding. The hotel banquet, the decorations, the photography and videography, the band, the floral arrangements—everything was canceled.

Whenever they played Truth or Dare, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Clara would deliberately dare him to pull the same prank on me, and Ronan would always willingly play along: he would pretend to propose to me. The last time, I fell for it. I joyfully held out my hand, but a mechanism inside the ring snapped shut, and I cried out in pain. Ronan and Clara doubled over with laughter, ignoring my finger, which had been pinched purple. Afterward, Ronan pinned me against the wall and swore that this year, he would give me a real proposal.