Invisible Prank Novels & Stories

"On April Fools' Day… Y-You said it was… okay to prank her… to teach her a lesson… she won't forget…" When James heard that, his grip loosened. Marissa was right. The night before we were supposed to depart, Marissa had sought him out, sweetly begging him to let her play a prank on me again since it was April Fools' Day tomorrow. She claimed that she was only planning on turning off my oxygen for a few seconds, just to give me a good scare. He was busy browsing documents at the time, so he didn't even bother raising his head as he responded with, "Do whatever you wish, just don't take things too far."

This was what they found so funny? Ilet out a weak laugh. "That's such a lame prank." All of the girls turned to me. "You got something better?" One of the girls asked, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Actually, yeah I do." I smiled and the girls came closer. "We're gonna teach the boys what a real prank is." A lot of them giggled loudly and leaned into a circle. "Not here. Meet me in my room at six thirty. We'll talk about it then. Bring anyone that wants to help. We'll need it." They all nodded their heads vigorously and I stood up. I winked at them and grabbed a plate of food. I ate with my friends then headed up to my room with them. We waited for everyone to show up, and by six forty the

“Uh huh. I got him back the next year though. Lead the cow into his room and set the chickens loose in the library. I then got all the pups to play dead… I’d been training them all year for that one.” “They did it?” “Oh yeah, not one of them laughed or broke the illusion. It was brilliant. Malachi even picked one of them up and he still was limp. They made me proud.” “I think that’s the best prank I’ve heard.”

he inquired. I nodded again, feeling the need for caffeine to shake off the lingering remnants of sleep. "Sure," I replied softly. A mischievous grin spread across my face as an idea formed in my mind. With quick and silent steps, I dashed to the supply closet, grabbing an empty bucket and a small ladder that I found inside. The ladder, likely used by the maids for dusting and cleaning hard-to-reach places, would serve my purpose perfectly. Suppressing a laugh, I climbed the ladder with practiced ease, making sure to balance the bucket precariously on top of the doorframe. It was a classic prank, but one that never failed to elicit a good reaction.

As soon as they arrived, the trio embarked on an adventure that would leave them with memories to cherish forever. Being the prankster that I was, I decided to play a harmless joke on Vivian.I tiptoed towards the kitchen, grabbed a handful of flour, and quietly sprinkled it over Vivian’s head. As Vivian turned around, she was met with a cloud of white powder, causing her to shriek in surprise. The sight of Vivian’s flour-covered face sent the three of us into fits of laughter, our giggles echoing through the house.

He hands me the list so both of my hands were doing something, but it was as though he didn't need the list, he was walking down the aisle getting the items in order, did he memorise this before we left or something? We were basically done with the shopping, as we walk down the final aisle I spot a worker stacking a shelve which I knew was my last chance to get help, I place my hand on Amelia's dummy holding it in my hand. When Anthony wasn't looking I throw the dummy on the floor where it lands right by the workers foot. "Oh I'll get it" I quickly say moving away from Anthony where I knell down picking the dummy up off the ground, on the way up I slyly take the little note out of my jacket

It was flawless and eerily terrifying. Chris dropped the act instantly, his natural, warm smile returning as he pulled back. “We mimic each other constantly, Nurse Browne. Especially when we’re bored and want to confuse someone so they can’t tell us apart. Even our grandfather still falls for it. There is a very high possibility that one of us will play a prank on you tomorrow using that exact trick.” “Why would anyone do that?” she breathed, horrified by the psychological trap. “Because we’re stuck in this house, we’re bored, and it’s something we do,” Chris said honestly.

When he turned the bottle upside down, I lost my smile, spilling its contents on the carpet. Stanch of alcohol filled the air tempting me to puke my dinner out, but I held it in. "You really thought I'm going to drink this spiked bourbon" he let the now empty bottle hit the floor of alcohol, stretching his hand like a cat. He faked a yawn which looked so evident on his face, and glared back at me. "You are dumb if you think I won't figure out your childish pranks" He rams his hand through his hair, making me swallow my lust.

On the third day after receiving our college acceptance letters, the most popular student in school, Natalie Simmons, proposes something in our class group chat. "We're all adults now, and we've already been accepted into college. We should do something exciting before the semester begins. Let's put on a show and stage a fake bank heist. It'll be fun." In my last life, I make 23 phone calls in a row and confiscate every prop they plan to use. No one gets hurt. But Natalie becomes the target of criticism from parents and teachers. She sinks into depression and eventually jumps into a lake. The entire class blames me and hates me. At our graduation dinner, they force a whole bottle of liqu

My best friend, Jolyn Jones, called me while I was at work. "Help! S-Someone's about to v-violate me! Petra, please help me!" Panic shot through me. I immediately dropped a crucial project and called the police. Then, with an officer close beside me, I raced to the address Jolyn had sent, nearly tripping over my own feet along the way. Suddenly, two loud pops erupted behind us, and confetti rained down. Jolyn jumped out from around the corner with my boyfriend, Will Curry. "Surprise! That's the hundredth time we've managed to prank you, P!" I stared at them in disbelief. "What the hell? You thought sexual violence was appropriate material for a prank?!" The officer looked equally furio