Prank Time Novels & Stories

Everyone said we were a perfect match, like a blade and its sheath. We had exchanged rings. The wedding was set for early spring the following year. Everything should have gone smoothly. Yet, staring at the bright “Cancel” button on the screen, I suddenly remembered his words. “A prank.” An overwhelming sense of exhaustion crawled up from my bones. I suddenly felt tired.

Quincy “Alright, Cons, hurry your ass up,” a guard bellowed from the hallway. “Shower time’s scheduled for fifty minutes. Cellblock C, move!” Shower time in prison is one of the shadiest hours of the day. People sneak in contraband, make deals, settle scores… and worse. Things I’d rather not name. Things I don't ever want to be a victim of. That’s why I wait.

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t

The size difference was staggering; unnerving, almost. I couldn’t help but examine the contact for a long moment, before turning back to the window. By now, I had no clue where we could possibly be, so taking advantage of the broken silence, I asked, “What’s t-the plan?” Armani clicked a button on the back of his wheel that switched the display from the radio to the time. “It took you nearly two hours to ask.” My cheeks flamed. “I-I didn’t want to distract… you.” “There’s only one way you could distract me from driving,” he muttered, then clicked the button again to show a map. I definitely didn’t know where we were. “I’m taking you to dinner.”

"Why would he let a girl compete?" I hear all kinds of gossip around me. My father told me not to mind them. I just need to show them what I got. Shortly after, the showcase had started. The first event was the quiz bee. All the contestants were in their place. All we had to do was press the buzzer in front of us if we knew the answer. "First question, the Sengoku period lasted for how many years?" without hesitation, I pressed the buzzer first. "133 years." I answered. I was correct and the crowd cheered. Question after question I got the answers correct. It was time for the last question and I had the lead in points.

"As for you, maybe you should consider pissing off back to your kennel and stop embarrassing the rest of the family!" In my last life, I had been wary of Justin's wrath, so I kept giving in to Selena's demands. But now, I'd been given a second chance at life. The night after the banquet was a continuation of the celebration. When I saw Selena still trying to stop me at the entrance to the hall, I raised my leg and kicked her to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are to be getting in my way?" I say. I then shot a glance at Enid Murphy, the maid next to us. I said, "What are you still doing, standing there like an idiot? Take this imposter and throw her out!"

"Make it a high-end resort. Get food, premium drinks, entertainment or dancers, musicians, the works. Make it a party." Tate stared at me. "You're pranking me." "I'm not." "Dante, the meeting is in an hour. How am I supposed to pull that off?" "I pay you extremely well for situations exactly like this." I turned back to my computer, dismissing him. "So get to it." He stood slowly, throwing his hands up. "You know what? It's time I start putting my application out there. Because this—" He jabbed a finger toward me. "This is madness!"

he murmured, striding towards the other direction. I ran after him, giggling excitedly while he shook his head. *** We took Sandro's car. Marco drove silently while I talked with my friends in our group chat. Jack mentioned that he'd successfully broken into the most popular entertainment news channel. All we had to do was schedule our hijack to the highest viewership time, which would be 5pm to 7pm in the evening. Flora: Let's do it tomorrow. Jack: Obviously! Me: I need a make over. I look like shit and I can't afford to appear before my fans looking like a scarecrow.

On it, someone had written with a childish scrawl: "Reconciliation Ticket." "You promised me, Shana, that no matter what I did wrong, you'd give me a chance when I showed this to you," he begged. "We've been by each other's side for 15 years, in love for eight years. Is everything so worthless to you that you can forget about it so easily?"