Invisible Ink Prank Novels & Stories

Zack's Pov. I'm home from school now. What my monkey friends make me do is tiring. They said they wanted me to prank Angel with my stretches and also to show him my sweetness. Suppose I pretend to be sweet to her hmm. If there was no real punishment, I wouldn't do that because I know that woman likes me and I don't like her. Then they say that I will dance on the ground naked when I don't do that. ***** I called Zyrone first to find out when I would stop what they were doing. It was annoying

It was very likely not there to offer any protection because bandages didn’t do that, but as a marker for anyone so that they didn’t touch or hit his head. “BLACK INK” “BLACK INK” “BLACK INK” “BLACK INK” “BLACK INK” “BLACK INK” “BLACK INK” “Are they chanting my name?” Black Ink asked in surprise. “Who else is called Black Ink here?” Black Saga laughed boisterously and said. “But I lost,” Black Ink had a puzzled expression on his face as he listened to the people chanting his name.

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

Warning bells sounded as I took this imposter in Fredrick, and I were on a first-name basis, and even that bastard wasn't dumb enough to sit in my chair and speak to me with such disrespect. I undid my jacket button and walked over and poured myself a cup of scotch, doing the same for my little guest. I added a little spell to his glass to make it taste like piss for anyone who was glamoured. A little trick I picked up in Gardenia while dealing with merchants and pranking a few assholes, like the Jinx family.

Warning bells sounded as I took this imposter in Fredrick, and I were on a first-name basis, and even that bastard wasn't dumb enough to sit in my chair and speak to me with such disrespect. I undid my jacket button and walked over and poured myself a cup of scotch, doing the same for my little guest. I added a little spell to his glass to make it taste like piss for anyone who was glamoured. A little trick I picked up in Gardenia while dealing with merchants and pranking a few assholes, like the Jinx family.

"You didn't seem to have such an issue with chocolate in eighth grade, now did you? When you and Seth showered Michel Redens' locker with cacao powder and that nasty slime." "You remember that?" he grimaced at the memory and I couldn't help but laughed now. It wasn't weird of him to do this kind of prank, but the cacao-hell was a prank-go-wrong. They got caught and were forced to clean it all, which got them busy for over an hour. And everyone in Roosevelt knew about it. "Everyone does." I giggled, but his dry look told me he didn't find it as funny. "Come on Nate, what you did was a total mess up. When we- they went to Mr Hudson you've already got everything messed up. Serves you well."

Although the were incomplete, Thea felt that she could try with the few ones they've gotten. That noon, Thea and Ina tried out the different chemicals in order to make an invincible ink. After so many hours of trying, the ink was a failure. Thea realized that without those ingredients, she wouldn't be able to make the ink correctly. It continued that way for the next three days and Thea was still unable to get the ink right. "I will try to sneak out with you tonight to see If I can identify the ingredients myself." Thea suggested. "But princess, the Alpha mind find out and punish you and I can't let that happen."

"Let me guess, there isn't a one percent after all." She shook her head vigorously, jumping off the bed she turned off the lights before returning. She pulled out a long mint green pen and explained. "It's special paper, I write it in invisible ink so you have to use a torch to read it." She clicked at the side of the pen and a small beam of light appeared, highlighting the words on the paper. "Okay," he pulled her hand closer to the paper so he could read. "I helped Callum find his cat."

Wink. Jokes aside, Dante could literally crush someone with a thought, thanks to his mental might. My gift, though similar, was different—I could imitate. Anything and anyone. If I could picture it, I could become it. Smell, aura, height, weight—flawlessly replicated. That’s how I managed to prank our university principal so many times by posing as his secretary. Classic. So, no, I didn’t need suppressants to blend in. I was a one-woman masquerade party.

Mark was in the kitchen cooking supper. Elias quickly installed the invisible 'key logger' program he had brought with him on a memory stick. The program was designed to silently log all keystrokes made by the user, and would also take periodic screen shots and then e-mail the entire package, every 5 minutes, to his e-mail address. All of this would happen in the background, without the user ever being aware.