Prank Stories Novels & Stories

They have been good to me since the moment I met them. We spend the next hour talking about classes, professors, the insane amount of homework already piling up despite it being the second day. Next, Dylan gladly takes on the job of telling me stories about previous years’ pranks and legendary scandals that nearly tore the academy apart. Some of the stories are too funny, but others are so unbelievable and ridiculous that I can't believe my ears. Adam keeps offering dry commentary to each story, his fake seriousness making me laugh as I keep enjoying more of the sandwiches. After Dylan is done entertaining me with the stories, James takes over and starts explaining the academy's achievements

"That's my dare. Tom, I dare you to tell us the most perverted, fucked up thing you've ever done. And you better tell the truth." "Hey," I said with a grin, "Truth is better than fiction. Alright, let me think. 'Most fucked up' is kind of subjective." I pondered a few different stories I could tell, and settled on the one I bragged about most to the boys on the football team. "OK, I know the story for you. So you guys remember Greg and Gina Fosters?" "The twins who moved away last year?" Matt asked. "Greg was kind of hot. Decent dick," Sarah said offhandedly, making Matt wince.

“You look like someone who could use a good laugh.” I raise an eyebrow. “Do I?” “Yep. Lucky for you, I’m full of stories. Did I ever tell you about the time I outran a tornado in my old pickup truck?” I blink. “I don’t think so.” He launches into a tale so animated and absurd I can’t help but laugh. “...And there I was, wind howlin’, my dog howlin’, and me screamin’ at the top of my lungs like a banshee! But we made it, me and ol’ Duke.”

Jim chuckles, adding his own twist to the tale, "Well, speaking of rain, I remember this one time when our family camping trip turned into a muddy adventure. We ended up making the best mud pies, and Mom was not happy about it!" Jonathan, intrigued, leans in and shares, "Rain seems to be the theme tonight. You know, back in college, there was this legendary prank involving a rain machine. Let me tell you, that story still makes me laugh." Laughter echoes through the room as we dive into one amusing story after another. The living room, once a serene space, now resonates with the joyous sound of shared narratives. Each tale unfolds like a piece of a puzzle, contributing to the colorful mosaic

“God, you’re such a liar. I bet you only read business books and torture manuals.” “Wrong.” He took a sip of his wine, eyes sparkling with dry humor. “I read the trashy ones on airplanes. The last one had a billionaire who fell for his maid. Sound familiar?” She kicked him lightly under the table. “Asshole. My turn. When I was nine, I told everyone at school I was secretly a princess from a tiny island no one could find on the map. I even made up an accent.” Nico chuckled, low and warm. “That’s adorable. I once convinced my entire fourth grade class that I could talk to ghosts. They believed me for a whole week until I got caught making moaning noises in the bathroom.”

“Well, when I was a little boy, and I went to school, I was usually known as the prank lord. I played pranks so much I got detention for it.” I was so interested in the kind of pranks he played that inched closer to him. I placed my hands together, pleading with him to tell me what kind of pranks he played, and only when he nodded did I stop begging. “Well, I made paint pour over the principal, it was so hilarious, and it was just so sad that no one was laughing. They were just too afraid to laugh because they would rather not be in detention class with me. They also didn't know who else the prank was going to come to. Were you stubborn in school?”

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

Alex giggled at what Max said and elbowed him. "You are such a funny guy, pulling such a stunt was not necessary. It's a good thing she broke up with you because I would do the same thing without thinking twice," She said, still giggling. Max was telling her how he pranked his ex-girlfriend, that he was not interested in dating her, and that she stinks and the lady has taken it offensively and walked off before he could tell her that he was pranking her. "I learned never to joke with certain things ever again," Max gloomily said. A flash of guilt appeared on his face but it disappeared immediately.

“What? You never said anything.” “There was no need, but I made them regret every word.” “What did you do?” “Do you remember the poisonous spider prank?” “Yes, the perpetrator was never found.” “I did it,” I giggled to myself. “You were always a menace, but that makes me really happy.” He laughed along with me. We heard the main door to the prison clanking, as if it was getting unlocked. We both made sure to pretend as if we didn't know each other. Heavy thuds of footsteps approached us and we both looked up only to see someone I'd love to rip to shreds.

I moved myself and got down from bike i went near our friends I gave cupcakes to them then deva asked "is there anything special my dear little princess" prince said "yeah we both got married" everyone was shocked I started laughing by seeing their faces prince replied "iam just kidding guys" they all became normal prince also took cupcake and started eating