Prank Time Novels & Stories

Thirty Minutes Later: AJ and Cathy latched on quite quickly and drank their fill. They were currently being spoilt by Jack and my dad. Jack is holding AJ and Dad is holding Cathy no one is allowed to take them from either and they would switch every now and then just so that they could spend equal time for both of the twins. I know this because when I tried to hold one of them for a while I was completely blocked.

He stretched his arms out across the table, and yawned. “Is it just me, or are we getting too old for this shit?” I chuckled, struggling to my feet, “Remind me why you thought this was a good idea.” “Honestly, I don’t remember.” Adam was laughing even though he held his head as if it was still spinning. I know mine was. “Shit! Is that the time?” I checked my wristwatch, and understood why Adam panicked to his feet. It was almost 11 a.m - on a weekday.

Garett went over some of the briefings he had to close out for the week though he had time off. He had called into his boss, the lawyer who was a senior partner, and explained the situation and what he hoped to accomplish for the next week or so. Though it wasn’t an easy conversation to have, he knew that he wanted to get it over with and have the time ready to do whatever needed to be done.

"What are you saying? Macy Monroe, stop being bitter just because you couldn't do it! Mr. Kapowsky from Gilla Group personally met with me today, and the contract is already in its final stages!" "Is that so?" I sneered and glanced at my watch. "8:30 pm. Right on schedule." As soon as the words left my lips, the private room door swung open.

"Naomi! Oh my god—are you okay?!" That familiar voice, paired with Maisie Brighten's hypocritical face, appeared right in front of me. In that instant, I realized I had been reborn—back to the very first day of freshman orientation. In my previous life, it had been on this exact day that Maisie had "accidentally" spilled hot coffee all over me. She had then "kindly" offered to check whether my phone had gotten wet, only to "carelessly" send one of my private photos into the class group chat and immediately delete it—too fast for me to do anything. Just like that, on the very first day of school, I had become the class joke for everyone's to gossip about.

“And that says that today is the fourteenth of february.” “Fourteenth of February? Way prep?” No. It couldn't be. Way prep was the first in-school practice tournament of the semester and we had already done it. Yesterday was the fourteenth of March. “This can't be right.” “I know. It's complicated, like… like we've somehow gone back a month in time.” “What is this? The futuristic ages? There's no way we can die and come back a month… a month in time, that's crazy.” He rolled his eyes. “If you have a better explanation I'd like to hear it.”

"Then explain to me how the football team is currently scheduled for the same slot." "Coach Davies submitted a request last week and it got approved before anyone checked for conflicts." "That is not an explanation. That is a description of a failure." "Ava—" "What's the solution?" Patrick looked at his screen with the expression of a man who wished he had chosen a different extracurricular. "We could split the time. Fifteen minutes each." "The showcase requires twenty-five minutes minimum. We have seven people performing a three-part routine with a setup requirement. Fifteen minutes doesn't work."

I knew my brother had deliberately made time for me to sort out the issue with Gordon. I stood up and walked straight to the podium. In front of the entire company, I opened a PowerPoint presentation on the projector. On the first slide, there was a line of bolded text that read: "Guess who's the mama's boy who beats up his wife?" Below it was a giant photo of Gordon's face. Murmurs and whispers erupted in the conference room. I cleared my throat, completely unfazed. "Hello, everyone. I'm sure most of you know me. I'm Dakota Perez, the so-called gold digger who dumped her husband for a rich man, as described by one of our department managers, Gordon Baker.

"I should've stabbed you instead of just pushing you." Her lips curled with a sarcastic, mocking smile. Aside from her pale face, her agile movements betrayed no hint of end-stage kidney cancer or a broken bone. "So you agreed to donate your kidney to me? Thanks! But I don't just want your kidney—I want your fiance too!" "Take him," I replied calmly. My arrogant, petty adopted sister, true to form, tried to provoke another fight between us. Then she'd feign weakness and innocence in front of Mom, Dad, and Ethan, manipulating them to dislike me and keep their distance. It was a classic move of hers.

“That's odd.” An unknown number… Spam, probably, or else some vendor with deals. I thumbed the message open and it read. “We know your secret.” The sentence sat there, practically glaring back at me. My first reaction was a reflexive roll of the eyes. Pranks happened. People with too much time on their hands enjoyed playing pranks. I almost set the phone down and dragged my cardigan on when another message came. This time it was an image. My fingers hovered, reluctant as I opened it.