Jeana From Prank Vs Prank Novels & Stories

Jenna got home and sat in her room, the curtains drawn, her iPad glowing faintly on the desk. She exhaled slowly, stretching out on the couch. Lexa prowled in her chest, restless and smug. “You wanted this,” Jenna whispered. She needed to taste her own cruelty, Lexa replied darkly. Now she knows you’re not prey. Jenna’s lips curved faintly as she picked up the iPad. Her fingers danced across the screen, deliberate, cold. A single message appeared in the glowing chat box. “Next time you try to play pranks, you won’t escape.”

Viola lounged in the back seat, touching up her lipstick using the rearview mirror, while her usual group of lackeys stood around her car, chattering endlessly. Upon seeing me approaching, Viola opened the car door and stepped out with a smirk playing on her lips. She then raised her voice so that everyone around could hear her, saying, "Oh my! Isn't this the slut who admitted to seducing Ettore? I can't believe you had the nerve to show up at school today!" Those around us started whispering among themselves, their stares clinging to me like a swarm of flies. I would have normally lowered my head and hurried away, pretending I heard nothing. I wasn't going to do that this time, though. I re

“If she tells the girls, it’s only a matter of time before the whole neighborhood knows.” “Kendra, reply something fast,” I said, panicking. “Say it’s a misunderstanding!” Kendra typed fast: Kendra: ‘No, no! It’s not what it sounds like! It was a prank—they were just joking!’ She hit send and looked at me nervously. “There. Fixed. I think.” Jaxon frowned. “You think?” The three dots appeared again. We all leaned closer. Claire: ‘Wait… they were joking about being pregnant? That’s not funny.’

" Jeanna declared, blowing a kiss to her audience. In an instant, the scrolling message board on the screen turned into a sea of pink hearts. Not only that, but the gifts started pouring in as well. Just as she was about to share a joke to thank everyone for their response, an inappropriate photo suddenly appeared on the screen. Observing the pink underwear in the photo, Jeanna raised an eyebrow. 'Why does this underwear look so familiar?' The comment section erupted with discussions, and she cleared her throat. "The person who posted this, please refrain from sharing such images, or else..." [I found a bra, seeking its owner!] The user named in the message promptly responded, leaving Jeanna

He clutched Ivanka’s hand and said coldly, “You bitch, do you think that I’m unaware that you feel for Zayn Larson? You claim to be pure and innocent, but you’re just a slut deep inside. Do you think I wouldn’t know that you fell head over heels after meeting him a few times?” Ivanka’s face blushed instantly upon hearing that. “That’s bullshit, Jean! Let go of me this instant! You’re hurting me…” There was pain in Ivanka’s expression. She was not trained in martial arts, so she was just a normal woman. She did not have the ability to resist a skilled fighter like Jean at all. Jean was not in the mood for pleasantness. He let out a harsh grunt before he shoved her to the side. She stumbled an

Third person p.o.v. “ Has she been fed today?” The tall almost albino man asked from outside the room as he handed a file in his hand over to a lady they referred to as Jeanie. She was like the crew’s magician; Jeanie could make any traces of evidence whatsoever disappear, from a piece of paper to an entire shipwreck and to add she only needed a matter of seconds to get it done. Jeanie was found by Matthias seventeen years ago. She was a street rat as described by Soldo, learned how to hustle and survive from the age of six.

"A pleasure to meet you, Alexa, I am Renata, Jean's fiancee." "You are his fiancee?" Alexa said as his gaze fixated on Jean, a serious piercing gaze. "Yeah, she is my fiancee." As the words 'fiancee' left Jean's mouth, Alexa felt the ground beneath her feet shift. Fiancee? Jean had a fiancee? A rush of emotions swirled within her - shock, betrayal, and a sharp pang of jealousy. She looked at Lady Renata, her beauty magnifying Alexa’s insecurities. She is the real princess and she just his whore, one of his whore,

The Pearson family could easily win it even without the help of the Calvano family, the legendary family of lawyers. "You should have chosen your target well. How dare you mess with my best friend?" Layla added more ice to the pool. The men were shivering. "...I-It's only a p-prank...." "Oh? A prank, huh? Then don't be too sad. I am only playing a prank on you. We could do this all day. Unless you told me who ordered you guys to play some stupid prank." The men remained silent. Or perhaps they could not speak as their teeth were chattering.

Jenna caught me looking at the screen and smirked. “Is that a girl? You’ve been glued to that thing since you walked in.” Images of Viana, pinned against the wardrobe, her legs shaking, the way she looked right before she slapped me, flashed through my mind and my stomach turned. “It’s nothing,” I muttered. “Oh, please,” Jenna teased as we walked toward the door. “Is it Viana? Are you two fighting again? I swear, the way you two go back and forth, it’s like watching a movie. It's so entertaining. She was so worried about her dress tonight, did you see her? Did you even tell her she looked beautiful?”