Invisible Ink Prank Novels & Stories

"You need to return it now!" "No! I'm not doing that" She matched his stare daringly. Abel wanted to scream at her. If Celina read that damned diary, then she may remember everything. She's so stubborn. Maybe he should not have included her. Then again, the maid was supposed to be the catalyst to their entire plan. His whole clan has been operating with such care and caution, one wrong move and years of hard work could go down the drain. The driver had to think of something. Something quick at that. That's when Abel remembered that invisible white ink he hid under his satchel. He can sneakily take the book from her and pour all the liquid over it.

How to be invisible. Bruno had already mapped it out while he sat by Ana’s bed, wringing cloth and pretending his heart wasn’t unraveling. A simple plan, clean and quiet: while the postmaster lay in her room, he would slip into the little office by the sorting tables, find the stack of outgoing letters, and slide the forged one between the middle pages—neither top nor bottom, where it might be noticed. Buried in the ordinary. It would leave with the morning route. It would reach Dawny.

Making myself comfortable in the chair, "This may sound strange but I was told that I could trust you, I have no memory of who I am, or who my parents are. I can't recall anything about me or the life I lived before today. All I ask from you is to provide me with a safe place to stay for a few nights. Medical attention, clothing, food, and water. I do apologize for burdening you all this on such short notice but I'm desperate. I have nothing but the clothes on my back and I can't guarantee that you will be repaid for your kindness right now but within due time you will be rewarded." Throughout my entire speech, Dante hadn't said a word. As if analyzing everything I said, he didn't break eye

Although she wants to dance in the middle, the floor felt so narrow with this ocean of people that she just settled on the space she reached. "Girl!" A man in front of her called. She was already dancing; her hips are swaying from side-to-side as she lifted her hands to the air. "Why did you drink so hard? You are losing your mind! It was not our goal for tonight!" Dalmi opened her eyes and saw Jackie shielding her from the people around her. She smiled. "Jackie! Let's call off the prank. You know, he doesn't want to play. Let's pick another man–oh! Hello, Sir!" Dalmi smirked at the man from earlier.

Darryl thought that he would play along with Marshall since the man was acting up. While talking nonsense, Darryl picked up the hip flask and smiled at Marshall. "Mister Marshall, you're the garrison's Commander-in-chief. How could you pour wine for me? I can't accept it." "You are responsible for guarding the safety of the entire capital city, and you ought to be given the due credit. You're my role model, and I should be learning from you." Darryl poured Marshall a glass of wine. While pouring the glass of wine, Darryl used his Secret Shadow technique to throw something into the wine glass quietly. It was something transparent. After it was thrown into the wine glass, it immediately dissol

"What if, just like this paper, this room she had given the key to is empty of the clues she had promised?" "Let me see the paper," Brient said to Rendall and Helia and they both handed their paper over to him. "Fading ink," Brient muttered thoughtfully. "What are you saying?" Danica asked. "Some pieces of information are very confidential. People like Nyx are cautious. She must have used ink that would disappear in seconds when she wrote this. These words can only reappear if the person at the receiving end knows what to do. Whatever you need to make these words reappear must surely be in this room. It might be oil, powder, a special kind of light, or even a balm."

Inker purrs, her tone teasing. Stan shrugs, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Alright then. I think I’m tipsy. I’ll be going to sleep now.” “Okay, boo. I’ll join you in a minute,” Inker replies, her voice smooth and playful. The door clicks shut behind him. “What the fuck,” I whisper. That was way so close. “Get on your hands and knees.” Inker suddenly commands. “Crawl to the door and Lock it.” I almost don’t believe my ears. “W-what?—”

My wrist moves sharply and it’s done, and there are six little ink spots in a trail on his shirt and a bubble of happiness inside my chest. “What was that?” Daniel looks down at his shirt and then up, his face aghast. “Is that ink? Did you just flick your pen at me?” I glance at Noah to see if he witnessed his mother’s descent into infantile behavior. But he’s lost in the far more mature world of Captain Underpants. “It slipped,” I say innocently. “It slipped. Are you five years old?” His face crumples into a scowl and he dabs at his shirt, smearing one of the ink spots. “I could call my lawyer about this.”

She ran out of the room barefoot, hair wild, eyes glossy with fear. “There was a spider,” she cried. “A huge one!” Nico and I watched from the hallway as staff searched the room. But found othing. I knelt beside her. “Are you sure you didn’t imagine it?” She stared at me like she wanted to tear my eyes out. By the fourth prank, we were bolder.. The waterfall label. It was Nico’s idea. Almost every prank was. He had noticed the decorative fountain near the side entrance, the one with a hidden motion sensor meant to impress guests. He had also noticed the small label near the control panel that read ‘Do Not Touch’.

“What do you mean? That’s what the guards were already instructed to do before the two of you were called for the session.” “These are five years old,” I say, holding them up so he can see the date. “Which means that the ink isn’t an accurate reference. I know that the Prince sourced a special ink from up north and even paid the creators in exchange for their written agreement that they would never sell it to anyone else. The same thing with the ink from the rest of the document. It’s not the same as the one that’s found in Prince Kaine’s office.” The King shoots a glance at a guard, presumably the one that went to go get the documents in the first place. “What’s the meaning of this? Everyon