Invisible Prank Novels & Stories

If it weren't for me, Andy wouldn't have to sleep in parks or contract such a terrible illness… But then again, why was Andy hanging out with them? Sunny then sent me another text: [Don't you want the truth? Check out this livestream and you'll understand.] I stared at the link I didn't recognize, but quickly tapped on it with a trembling finger before I knew it. [Welcome to the World of Pranks! Our current prankster is Andy Lawson, and his victim is Jane Smith!] There was a small line underneath: [One month left!]

Everyone said we were a perfect match, like a blade and its sheath. We had exchanged rings. The wedding was set for early spring the following year. Everything should have gone smoothly. Yet, staring at the bright “Cancel” button on the screen, I suddenly remembered his words. “A prank.” An overwhelming sense of exhaustion crawled up from my bones. I suddenly felt tired.

While working overtime late into the night, I suddenly received a video from my wife. "Honey, there's a homeless man outside our door. I'm so scared!" In the video, a disheveled man was sitting outside my house. He occasionally muttered strange, unintelligible words. I immediately got permission to leave work and drove home, but on the way back, I got into a car accident. Only after I died did I learn the truth. It was a prank that had gone viral online. The footage of the homeless man had been generated using AI. What I never expected was that my wife's male best friend had taught her how to pull it off. They had even tampered with my car's brakes in advance. Worse still, the two of

I never realized that beneath his annoying exterior he was actually just a loyal guy who hated the toxic hierarchy of the university as much as I did. "Thank you so much," I whispered while my shoulders finally dropped down from their rigid and defensive posture. "You do not have to thank us for keeping a secret," Ian said while pulling his red beanie further down over his messy brown hair. "But I am definitely going to need the full story about how you managed to convince the most popular guy on campus to fake a romance with you." "It is a very long and embarrassing story that started with me dropping a tray of food on his expensive shoes," I admitted with a nervous little laugh.

I whispered. “No, Camellia.” She crossed her arms, eyes blazing. “I didn’t give Bobby half my earnings tonight to watch you chicken out. This prank? It’s yours. Just Own it.” “Okay,” I said with a sigh, clutching the bag of glitter and eggs tighter. “This is so childish.” “Childish?” Lily shook her head “Bébé, the only thing childish about this is how long you’re taking to realize being petty is fun.” The compound was completely empty, and my stomach twisted at the familiarity of everything again.

Last night after the party, I had charged him for the next week, thus the goodnight sleep. I roll my eyes, trying to hide how my lips twitch. “Focus, Flynn.” His smirk widens. “Always do.” Practice starts with warm-ups. Rookies drop gear, fumble passes, and get gently shoved by older players who pretend to scold but can’t hide their laughter. Someone slips tape into a helmet, another finds his socks swapped for bright pink ones. The prank war has started, harmless, silly, the kind of thing that usually breaks up tension in the team.

“It was too good, like the G-spot orgasm on steroids.” “Ewwww,” Zach says. “Sorry,” I say to him, but I reach to Tony. “It was good.” “Yeah, but I don’t think I will do it again,” Tony gives me weak smile. “I am sorry, my Love. It was a prank that went too far.” “Turning me on was a prank?” I ask, faking shock and outrage. Tony laughs. I smile at him. “Hey, Kid, look at me,” Zach says, making me look at him. “You okay?”

“It’s a school tradition. Every year, seniors prank the freshmen pretending to kidnap them and drag them all the way here. It’s just a little game created a long time ago, other to earn your release they will send you all out on a scavenger hunt through the surrounding forest to look for a specific item and whoever brings back that item first, becomes the Scavenger King or Queen of the year.” “Why the hell are they playing such a stupid, diabolical game?” “We’re teenagers with nothing better to do, we’ve got to find entertainment somehow.” “How about you all just pick up a bloody book.” Suddenly, the loud screech of a mic makes everyone cringe in irritation and we stare at the stage in front

I said. He glanced at me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, then waved over the waiter, ordering a double vodka for me and an espresso for himself. “I need alcohol to process this reality,” I said quickly, cutting him off before he could comment. “This is a first, getting pranked through Tinder. And the mastermind are teenager?” Julian chuckled softly, his laugh low and rich. “Kids these days are creative. Unfortunately, they don’t always use that creativity wisely.”

He asks and I huff, dropping the item carelessly, walking to where he stood. “No I didn’t and even if I ordered, it won’t be to your home.” He nods “Maybe it’s some of those pranks people make nowadays.” He comments, dropping the can of corn on the kitchen island, humming as he takes out the content of the bag. "Pranks? Who would go as far as buying a hair tie for me?” Aaron pauses, lower lips jutted out. "Yes but hair tie? Has to be a prank.” He says and I shrugs, dismissing the thought already. Just like Aaron said, it has to be a prank.