Invisible Prank Novels & Stories

I stutter and he cocks his head to the side like a puppy. I snatch my hands out of his and plop on the chair, all the tension of the past few minutes leaving my body. “Hey, Babe”, he says slowly but shuts up abruptly at the look on my face. “Okay, I’m sorry. It was supposed to be just a prank. “A prank where I can’t find you, and you know I’m still dealing with my best friend being missing!” I say and he comes to my front and kneels “I’m really sorry. That was insensitive.

The spoilt brat smirked. " We're gonna play pranks " The three of them finally got to their destination. " Erm...what are we doing here? At the side of the road? " Confused Ava demanded. " Ok, here's the prank; Any time mommy brings us to a Park while we were still in Bordertown, I and my friends always sneak off to a side road where we wait for rich people to pass by with their cars. Using our catapult, we either break the screen of their cars with stone or we pop the tyres with sharp objects "

"Fine. But it had better be clean after your prank is over." "Yay! Okay, I got this. Totally spotless, aside from the heavy stuff that will need the big man to move." I flexed my right bicep dramatically. "Just holler if you need something moved. But for now..." I grinned. "Let's go get drunk! Gotta celebrate our first completed day of work!" Erin cheered. "Hey, you know I'm down!" *** There were a dozen solid opportunities for a prank as I held Erin's hair that night, her back heaving as she puked her guts out into the toilet. I wasn't about to be really mean, but I could take an embarrassing picture or two pretty easily.

I don't like this prank. I clear my throat to loosen the tightness. I try again, raising my voice, desperate to break whatever spell he’s under. I whisper loudly into the crowd of lined-up people, my voice carrying over the quiet murmurs: "Jason! Hey! I'm here!" But Jason is turning completely away from me now. He isn't playing. He faces the far side of the crowd where Irene stands. A slow, triumphant smile spreads on Irene's face. Jason opens his arms wide, grins and announces, "There you are . . ."

Daddy said "Yeah nope can't do that," I said and he looked at me with a serious look. "What if I said I wouldn't do the pranks?" I asked "What are you saying?" Aunt Freya asked "Kids love to prank someone. And I promise it will have nothing to do with the house all the pranks are going to happen outside," I said "You said that last year too until my eyebrows were waxed off," Jordan said "You did that yourself I just applied the wax," I said and everyone tried not to laugh.

Hard work and me are not good friends. "Now that we are done. I had to ask your help." Justin started. "As you know 'Just-in pranks' week is starting from tomorrow and this month I need extra help. This is where you come in. I want you, Blake and Zac to set up my first prank's base. Spencer and River will be doing the second stage and I will pull off the prank." His eyes were shining with mischief. Don't do it. Cali! Don't. "Count me in."

I asked him to send bodyguards to pick me up and to prepare the plane crash plan. While I waited, Jonathan arrived. He looked like a victor, smiling with smug satisfaction. "Edward, breaking your leg was part of my plan. That was the 99th prank." I ignored him. Jonathan scanned me from head to toe, then glanced at the luxury watch on his wrist that Penelope had given him. "For the 100th prank, you'll be accused of plagiarism at the Aetheria Competition. Penelope sent me every single copy of your game, Embers of Myth.

“You were seventeen. Odin, Anderson and I, were going to fuck with your cap and gown.” “What?” she shot him an annoyed look. “Odin was complaining about your father and the way Odin was being made to work his way up through the ranks of the company. He found out you were getting a new car for graduation while he was getting reamed over expenses. He was moping and whining, and Anderson and I actually shared a full conversation on whether he needed medication. We decided we were going to prank you to cheer him up. I went to your room at the house while the guys were chatting with your parents, and I was supposed to put itching powder in your cap and gown. Then we were going with your parents a

I know this is going to sound stupider than I want it to. “It’s how we used to entertain ourselves when we weren’t hacking. There are these computer programs where you can record sound clips from movies, right? Then you make prank calls to people and hold entire conversations with clips from Kindergarten Cop or The Godfather or whatever. Mailin and I used to do it to each other all the time. Like… dueling celebrity prank phone calls, but just the two of us.” Grant stares at me with something like dawning horror and disgust.

Yet it lingers for nearly a minute, and it begins to feel like sex on its own. When he finally pulls away, finishing with a sensual nip at my bottom lip, his hand slips to his side. He watches me with a naughty stare. He smirks and pushes back the locks of my hair with his fingers as he says, “Oh, they ain’t real.” Like a robot, I blink and exclaim, “Excuse me, what?” His lips pull into a broad smile when he stabs me in the chest with words as sharp as a blade. “It was a prank. The cops ain’t real cops. Those are Paxton’s cousins.”