Invisible Ink Prank Novels & Stories

Go before I change my mind," the guard said, but John was standing his ground and asking the guard to check the ink bottle's insignia. The guard's eyes glitter with greed as he sees Charleston's family crest in the bottle. This family is well known for its quality inks and quills. A drop of its ink is worth a silver. John slipped a cup of the royal family and gave the guard a wink. "Let them pass! They're traders," the guard yells. William was bewildered how John got those items. William knew John would never steal. William glanced at the ink bottle with his Sense and quickly identified that the black liquid was not an ink but a tar. His eyes shifted, and he saw the scratches around the embl

Tanya held up the package which Cynthia could now see had been opened. “Are you crazy? I mailed this three years ago!” “Not according to the tests we performed in the lab earlier. The ink on that postmark, and on the manuscript, is barely three months old, not three years. “That’s impossible. I told you..,” Cynthia began, but Rachel stopped her. “And I told you there was no way you were going to beat me. You’re a liar and a thief and you’re not very good at either, since you keep getting caught,”

Ink stood slightly, holding her legs to him as he grabbed her phone off the coffee table. He spoke with someone for a few minutes and confirmed a time for that afternoon. Disconnecting the call, he smiled at his woman and friend. “Doctor’s office had a cancelation,” Ink said quietly, “if they cooperate, then we can find out their sex today.” “If they cooperate.” Tank grinned. This would be attempt number three. At the previous two, they both had their backs to the camera. Legs carefully tucked hiding any gems that might be there. The trio left the office with two sealed envelopes. As promised, they took them straight to Nessie. While her men laughed and joked and bragged with the other broth

"Okay, this was freshman year in high school. Like you know, there is always one or more school sluts in every high school? Well, since the school sluts didn't like me and kept picking on me I decided to prank them. When we were changing for P.E I waited until they left before I snuck to their lockers. There I found their makeup and nail polish so I poured a special blend of fish guts and other nasties in every makeup container and nail polish. The thing with this blend was that it didn't start to smell until it dried so after P.E when they redid their makeup and nail polish I could only laugh in silence waiting for it to take effect.

The teachers were inside the school, trying to stop the water from pouring. Taylor inwardly facepalmed. Thank you Jamie, for letting everyone know I can't hurt a fly". "Good point". Principal Rockwell said."but technically, he didn't hurt anyone. He pranked the whole school". "You've got to believe me. That one time he caught a bug for science class, he made friends with it and let it go". "That doesn't matter. For all I know, he could have been spray painting his neighbourhood". "I'm his next door neighbor and we've never had to complain of anything".

He ran his fingers gently across one page. "Invisible ink." Amara remembered the photographic film. "The heat." Samuel looked at her, surprised. "Exactly." He carefully held one corner of a blank page above the warm hood of the vehicle. Slowly... Letters began appearing. Names. Dates. Amounts. Companies. Election years. Court cases. Foreign accounts. Government contracts. Damian stared in disbelief. "This..." He whispered. "...could destroy governments." Samuel nodded. "It already has." Just then, Chukwuemeka's satellite phone rang.

Ethan moved closer. “What else does it say?” Amelia read on. Truth is never hidden in what people take. It’s hidden in what they leave behind. She turned the page over. Nothing. Just as she was about to fold it… Marcus noticed faint writing appearing beneath the red emergency lights. “Wait.” Invisible ink. Slowly, another message revealed itself. Trust Gabriel. The room froze. Every eye turned toward Gabriel Ashford. Even Gabriel looked stunned. “I’ve never seen this.” Samuel frowned.

I swear I need to tattoo dick one and dick two on their heads just to keep track. “Joke, fuck me, Caleb, joke!” Ink laughs, hands up in surrender, still pinned under Caleb’s weight. Caleb climbs off Ink, and boots him once before sitting down. Damn, I thought we were in for a show. “Ya really want me to tattoo ya fuckin’ ass?” Ink calls, and I nod. “Hell yes, then when I get drunk and do foolish shit and send it to her in video she knows it’s me.” Everyone howls with laughter, but I mean it. I’m making her aware that I’m hers.

Right on cue, his assistant popped the car trunk and came back with a huge gift bag. Inside? Premium chocolates, and lots of them. "Dang," someone whispered. "Just this must've cost a ton." "He's so put-together, and she's gorgeous. Total power couple." "She wasn't lying. Who's the clown that called her a side piece?" The crowd turned, no longer here for the drama—now they wanted answers. Bruce saw it coming and bolted, which only made him more obvious. "That guy!" someone shouted. "He called the bride a side piece on their marriage registration day! Nearly caused a huge mess!"

For months now, there was always a door, however narrow, that door gave her an explanation she could pretend to understand. There was no door here. She pruned the plant bare, and yet now it looked healthier than ever before, and there was no way it could have grown that much in such a short time. She went to the corner shelf and took down the notebook. She picked up the pen and wrote the date. Is magic possible? I can't ignore the growth of these plants anymore. On Friday evening, I pruned a plant bare, but today it is full and healthy. Just 48 hours later, something is off here, and I think it's me.