Prank Time Novels & Stories

Last night after the party, I had charged him for the next week, thus the goodnight sleep. I roll my eyes, trying to hide how my lips twitch. “Focus, Flynn.” His smirk widens. “Always do.” Practice starts with warm-ups. Rookies drop gear, fumble passes, and get gently shoved by older players who pretend to scold but can’t hide their laughter. Someone slips tape into a helmet, another finds his socks swapped for bright pink ones. The prank war has started, harmless, silly, the kind of thing that usually breaks up tension in the team.

Chapter 18 Oh no, oh great. There was one thing we missed. After our practice yesterday, I don't know why I only thought of asking Tsong yesterday. “Hey Tsong, what time is it again this uhm what do you call this party again?” “You mean the prom?” he replied. “Ah yes that prom. What time is it again on Saturday?” I asked. “6 in the evening,” he replied. “Ah. Then what time will it end?”

"Well lets play a game." I shook my head.I know he's pranking me again.They did this last time with Kaytlyn and I got so mad at them. Last time,I was sitting in the kitchen eating sandwich when they came and grabbed my sandwich.I tried to snatch eat but they say; you will get your sandwich back when you play with us. So I agreed without noticing that they're planning a prank on me.We got out of the house and walk to our pool.They made me sit there and wait for them.I was waiting for them patiently but then waiting for them for an hour makes me hungry. So I planned to go back inside to make another sandwhich fpr myself.I walk inside the kitchen and I saw five pieces of sandwhich,It was well m

“I’m not literally the time you see on a watch, but it is part of me. I’m one of the Primal Entities. I am the essence of Time.” “And I have many names, but this time I go by Infinis, or as my siblings call me, Finn.” He laughed, and it sounded magical. It even made me smile and feel all warm and cozy inside. “And yes, that was a pun intended.” He winked at me, while still laughing at his joke.

They had frequent prank wars as they grew up. Such wars included simple things like Tony's shampoo replaced with mayonnaise, or more extreme things like when all of Ethan's clothes were bleached white. Come to think of it, Tony should introduce Dillon to the Art of the Prank. It was his dead-set belief that prank wars were necessary for the continued friendship between any two male humans. Dillon's reactions would be fun too. He should watch his step though. Dillon was no idiot and likely had the capacity to set up some elaborate and complex traps. That however, was a thought for another time. It was four o'clock, Dillon would be in soon, and Tony had other things on his mind. Now he had to

Maybe Trevor Lane or Lucas Grant is simply deploying a stupid prank against my alpha status. My fingers drop the stone back onto the table, and my hand yanks the infusion needle violently out of my flesh, intending to stand up and locate a pack member to interrogate. However, when my eyes look up at the electronic clock mounted on the wall unintentionally, my internal wolf is stunned by what the display shows. The date displayed on the clock face is indeed two winters down the timeline. My mind feels completely helpless. Who is operating behind this stupid prank? Did their logic think an alpha leader would be deceived so easily?

Buck says and positions himself to give me all the details. "Prank night, is in two phases. Phase one is where you lay out your pranks for the teachers and mark the place off in Neon signs so no one sets it off before time. Phase two is where the real fun is. The building is locked so no one escapes, the light goes off so you can't see anything and we all prank each other." I didn't know about that. "Really, that's the fun part for you?" "Yeah, we've been planning this since freshman year and we all have our targets. Those rich spoiled kids are going to get it."

That face—the deputy chief's slow son—was straight out of my worst nightmares. "Heh... wifey, you're my wifey..." He stepped closer. I screamed, "Help! Somebody help me!" Another slap. "Help you? Dream on. I want you to feel what it's like—humiliation, disgust, everything I went through." Dana's voice was poison. "You've always wanted to know what I texted Michael, right? "Fine. I told him we played rock-paper-scissors and I won. But since you refused to marry Blake, our parents forced me instead."

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

Praveen went that morning in his best appearance. It was only 6 o'clock. He purposely left 3 hours earlier to avoid being late. However, he must show seriousness with the schedule set by Mr. Manoj. He really didn't want to be late at the Prouction House. Better to wait there than come late.