Prank O Novels & Stories

he asked. I lowered my head, embarrassed. “Let’s hear it,” he said. I explained my plan in detail, and he helped me with a few loopholes and oversights. After discussing for an hour, we had a plan. “Will this be approved?” I asked. Although my plan seemed logical, it was also very risky. If I was wrong and there was no traitor, then everything would be worse. “I approve,” Roland said. Then it hit me—he was in charge of the PR department, so his approval was enough. Seeing him have so much faith in me, I could not help but feel touched.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

Chrystal stayed glued to Oliver, listening to the vast list of last names in the Dunroch sector until finally, they heard the last word, "Gunn" "Now, press 1." Oliver pressed the button with the number 1; seconds later, the robotic voice told them the number was disabled, but the address was still valid; both young people chose to know the address of Collette Gunn, making a mental note in Chrystal's head so she wouldn't forget any details. Unlike Dinashia, the redhead didn't know Neshala very well, she had only been to the beach a couple of times with her family, but it was nothing that a few questions to pedestrians couldn't solve.

"Getting tied down to someone like that? Nightmare. Let's make a bet. One call from me, and she'll show up at city hall in that dress. Wanna see a clown in a wedding gown?" Someone cracked up. "And if you lose? Let Olivia dance for us." The laugh barely left his mouth before Gideon decked him. His face went stone cold. "You got a death wish? Don't even say Olivia's name." Olivia was everything to him—off-limits, even as a joke. And me? I was just the clown in his game. Free to humiliate however he liked. By the time the video ended, my chest ached. Tears hit the screen, smudging his smug, grinning face.

he tapped the bridge of my nose. "You pranked me first you idiot for doing nothing. I didn't do anything to you!" "It's what I do, cupcake. I prank" "Of course it is. It's probably the only thing you ever do. Prank people for the sake of fun, to make yourself happy, putting a smile on your face but ruining other's reputations. I was fine before I met you, very fine and just because you noticed me, you decide it would be nice to ruin my life. Let me make this clear Dylan, once you prank someone, you ruin their reputation and it's fucking annoying. All you do is to sit down, think of how to apply sadness to a person's life and execute your dumb plan. Don't you have other things to do,l like th

"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."

Playing ~ Tones and I - Dance Monkey ____________________ “Just play it cool, okay? What we just found out might not be true, it could turn out to be a hoax. We are not sure if what it is is really is.” Aiden spoke and put the files back in the envelope. “We have to keep this, Caleb must not see this now and no one should see it too, come on let's go” Both he and Dimitri stood to their feet and walked out of the balcony.

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

I'm surprised this little shit knows about the probation deal. "If you're done, you can leave. I'll let him know you showed up. Is there a name I need to give him?" I pick at my nails, acting like I don't care. I don't, because there's nothing I've seen, nothing that remotely even supports the venom coming out of his mouth. It's pretty obvious, at least from someone who's been alone a long time, that Trick's been alone too. "G. You can remember it and scream it when he's making you come."

“I need you to know you are not alone in this. We are in it together. Every step. Every decision. We will protect each other and we will make sure no one—no one—can hurt what is ours.” I pressed my hand over his, feeling the steady rhythm of his pulse beneath my palm. “Okay,” I said. “Step one: assess who is listening. Who is influenced by her whispers, who is neutral. Step two: prepare statements, evidence, or even small truths to counteract her manipulations subtly. Step three… confront if necessary, but on our terms. Dominant without showing desperation.”