Invisible Prank Novels & Stories

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.

"All right, let's show Trick our costumes." When we come out, I clear my throat, because he's watching the kids already roaming up and down the street. He turns around, and the look on his face is priceless. "Holy shit," he claps a hand over his mouth. "You're fairies." "Or Sprites," I laugh. "You pay attention," he nods towards me, reaching for Riley's hand. "I do," I reach into the pocket I've sewn into my skirt. "Let me take a picture of you two."

he tapped the bridge of my nose. "You pranked me first you idiot for doing nothing. I didn't do anything to you!" "It's what I do, cupcake. I prank" "Of course it is. It's probably the only thing you ever do. Prank people for the sake of fun, to make yourself happy, putting a smile on your face but ruining other's reputations. I was fine before I met you, very fine and just because you noticed me, you decide it would be nice to ruin my life. Let me make this clear Dylan, once you prank someone, you ruin their reputation and it's fucking annoying. All you do is to sit down, think of how to apply sadness to a person's life and execute your dumb plan. Don't you have other things to do,l like th

The sight of guards and courtiers jumping and swatting at imaginary creepy crawlies provided endless amusement, and I couldn't help but burst into fits of laughter. However, my prankster spirit wasn't yet satisfied. As the palace hosted a grand gala that evening, I saw the perfect opportunity to spread some mischief on the dance floor. Armed with a hidden whoopee cushion, I strategically placed it on a chair occupied by a dignified guest just moments before they sat down. The resulting blast of comedic flatulence had everyone in the vicinity erupting into uncontrollable laughter, creating a light-hearted atmosphere that filled the room. Throughout the day, my pranks brought joy and laughter

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.

Suddenly a mischievous idea came to mind,I grinned taking out the fake robot chrockroaches I made, how about a little prank. I tiptoed to Stacey's room opening the door gently I peeped in to see if she was awake. After making sure she was asleep, I stepped into the room, i gently walked closer to her bed,, lifted her shirt and dropped the chrockroach on her back then left the room. I did the same to Erick and Jace before turning on the robots with the little remote in my hand The chrockroaches began crawling all over their bodies while they woke with a start, they started screaming trying to get the fake bugs of their bodies while I rolled in laughter

I chuckle to myself when Leo shifts and looks down at me, raising a questioning eyebrow. “What’s so funny?” I bite my lip and shake my head when I hear growls coming from the other three. “Spill, what did you do?” he asks again and I shake my head, knowing it wasn’t me and if I tell him, then I will be in for retribution from them, because they still have got me back for it. In my defence I did try to fix it well some of it at least. “Oh, I’ll tell you what she didn’t do. Someone got cranky and let a certain little redheaded devil child pull the ultimate prank. Involving, shampoo, hair dye, also shower gel and deep heat rub.” I try to keep a straight face but fail miserably.

All her notes were wet and she was cursing aloud. It seemed as if Sorin had played yet another prank and this time it was the oldest prank in the book. Balancing the bucket of water at the tip of the door in such a way that whichever unlucky person came through the door would find themselves getting a huge dose of water. Eira glanced at the boy besides you who was laughing like a maniac holding his stomach and almost on the verge of falling down from the chair. "SORIN KIM. TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE RIGHT NOW" the teacher shouted.

"Plus, it is our last evening alone together before the houseguests arrive. It's our only chance to prank Saffron one last time." Senna's face softened. "I forgot about the arrival of your suitors." She looked up at Esper and gave her a big smile. "You're right, let's go wake up Princess Sleepy Head for old time's sake." Esper returned Senna's smile with a big toothy grin. The prank was going to be epic. The pair quietly made their way to Saffron's room. They crept right up to the door and looked at one another. "Ready?" Esper whispered.

Clearly, she was at the ass end of a well-planned prank delivered by Eden and this little girl. "Eden and Ivy! Don't make me come find you!" She is very tired of being pranked by the looks of it, but I don't miss the excitement in her eyes. Hazel gets closer to the trees where the little girl, Ivy apparently, is hiding. Suddenly, a loud whistle comes from Eden. Ivy sneaks out and throws the balloon at Hazel, hitting her on the back when she turned toward the noise Eden made. That's when I realize it wasn't a water balloon- it was blue paint. Hazel turns to face the sassy little girl, and Eden quickly appears with, hopefully, the final blow. Another paint balloon bursts across Hazel's butt, m