Prank Goes Wrong Comic Free Novels & Stories

At this moment, sitting at one of the restaurant's tables is a man damp and wet, with a smile plastered on his face. Suddenly, a loud laugh rumbled the restaurant. It was all a joke, a big funny prank on him. Pranks are funny, so Jake found it relaxing to laugh. He cackled out loud that all the waiters looked at each other. Then it subsided to a chuckle, followed by a giggle. At last Jake had stopped and had an ambiguous expression. 'Dohana, so you think you're the only one who can dish out punishments and pranks, huh? You seem to have forgotten, the company you work for launches tomorrow. Well, if I don't ruin you tomorrow, then I'm not Jake Larson. An eye for an eye.'

Larry said, grinning. Lauren rolled her eyes but lowered her guard. "Fine. Truce." The second the word left her mouth, Larry reached over and smeared the remaining whipped cream from his hand onto her cheek. "Seriously?" she groaned. "Never trust a hockey player," he said with a wink. Sophie clapped her hands, still giggling uncontrollably. "That was the best prank ever!" Lauren sighed, glancing at the disaster that used to be a clean kitchen. "You’re cleaning this up," she said, pointing at Larry.

Just a wall away, I could hear Shirley Hunt's voice lift with excitement. "Prank number 96 is a success!" Marvin Chambers's tone held a sharp, unfamiliar sarcasm. "Did you enjoy it?" One of Marvin's buddies chimed in, laughing. "Marvin's so sweet to get back at Serena for you, Shirley. But she brought it on herself for stealing your national scholarship and that game design competition trophy. "Once he hits 100 pranks, he's going public with you!"

Right in front…Laughing like they had just watched the best comedy special of the century. I skidded to a confused half-stop. “What’s… what’s you on?” I panted, bending over like an asthmatic horse. Adrian grinned. “It was just a prank though.” Echo added, giggling, “There’s no pull. You can relax.” I stared… At both of them… At their stupid, laughing faces, trying to confirm if they were for real or not. Nope. I didn’t trust them. Instead of stopping properly… I turned in the opposite direction and started running again.

Mara, Priya, and Theo arrived next—carrying board games, more coffee, and a playlist titled “Songs to Tell Bigots to Fuck Off.” We played Cards Against Humanity until 1 a.m. Dante laughed so hard he winced from the shoulder. I won by playing “The systematic disenfranchisement of marginalized groups” in response to “What’s the next superhero movie?” No one argued. Theo kept doodling supportive cartoons on napkins and sliding them across the table—Dante in a cape made of fairy lights, me holding a book labeled “Weapon of Mass Distraction.” When everyone left, the room felt warmer. Fuller.

He already spilled the bean, I couldn't hold back my laughter anymore and released it like a maniac. “I got you both, it was a prank, I had fun doing this!” I continued laughing my ass out as the duo stared at me like fools. Tyler fell on his butts and held his chest, I guess I almost gave him a heart attack.

“Fine. But don’t you ever…ever…try that kind of prank on me again. Or so help me, Alex Donovan, I will actually kill you.” Relief washed over his face, and before I could stop him, he grabbed my hand and kissed it gently. Nick clapped his hands once. “Okay! Crisis averted. Nobody’s dying today.” I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at both of them. “Idiots,” I muttered, though my lips curved into a small, unwilling smile. Although the prank was expensive, deep down I was relieved.

The prank war has started, harmless, silly, the kind of thing that usually breaks up tension in the team. For a minute, even Tom almost looks relaxed. Almost. But then he ruins it. Flynn turns toward his open locker, towel in hand. Tom steps up, smirk sharp as ever, and dumps two whole cans of shaving foam inside. White foam pours over cleats, towels, everything, dripping onto the floor. The rookies freeze, half in shock, half waiting for the explosion. Flynn pauses, eyes on the mess. The room feels like it’s holding its breath. Then he chuckles.

The day after that, he spray painted my car with the words ‘call 555-1868 if you want to have some fun’ on the rare bumper and for the rest of the day I got perverted calls from both men and women. I shuddered. Just thinking about it. When I found out what he did, he "somehow" broke an arm and a leg and was rushed to the hospital. Apparently, "someone" accidentally spilled baby oil on the ground in the bathroom while he was in the shower. Since then there weren’t any pranks ongoing because my opponent is currently injured because we both took it too far, everything and everyone has been quiet and boring. Kyle thought we were both idiots and for that we pranked him.

"Are you serious? I thought the dude was fucking gay!" I wish I could hold my laughter in for a bit longer after that, but I can't, so I end up throwing my head back as one hell of a laugh escapes my mouth. I hear him let out a sigh of relief as my eyes meet his again. "I think that prank was good enough to make up for the last three April Fools we missed, what do you think?" I ask with a bright smile as his regular skin color slowly begins to resurface. "You little—" I cut him off by clamping my hand over his mouth.