Pranks Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

This wasn't funny. I focused on the TV again and saw myself picking up a branch and pointing it towards fake Adrian. A wary look on my face. "It's me, Bri. I promise." The demon said, his hands up in mock surrender. He knew how to play all of us. "What.. What book did you leave on the nightstand?" TV asked me and I couldn't help but look back at real Adrian, who stared at me in shock. "Pride and Prejudice." The TV said and Adrian looked at the TV in more shock, and anger.

He was shaking it like a hand fan, probably expecting the 'words' to tumble down if they were hidden. " Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop it! What are you doing... Where is your shirt? Why are you roaming inside the library without clothes? " The book keeper had entered and snatched the book away from Draco's grip. He thrust his shirt in his hands and turned towards me. " Missy, That's the section with fake books for the one's exploring spells and curses. They are used to mesmerise the audience. It used to be popular back in the old days. Now they all know the ' science' behind those ' special effects' and ' visuals'.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

I took the book finally involving my myself, on the sheet inscribe *Harley Frinkles* with the word *Pompous rich slutty b*tch* under it. I took the book and went ahead printing every words and paper on it into a flyers. I planned on planting the book inside Cheryl's locker, and then find a way for the principal to check all lockers the next day. Isn't that fun as the principal would just see the book inside her locker, and be like she is the real meaner. I can't wait to see the look on Cheryl's face when I'm done doing this to her. I would have gotten rid of her, assuming my phone didn't burnt down along with my every other valueable assets, Cheryl would be gone by now. Mom fired all the wor

Ugh, I'm so gonna be mad at her. “I-I don't know…” My voice faltered as I took a step back seeing that they were slowly nearing me. I looked at the guy, and he was also looking at me, his face riddled with surprise. My heart was racing, but I knew I had to get out of this sticky situation. I kept thinking and thinking until an idea popped in my head, an old trick I always see in movies. I just hope this works. “Hey! What's that?!” I screamed looking horrified, pointing somewhere, and when they all turned around to look, I didn't waste any time and grabbed the guy's hand that was on the ground and pulled him up fast, screaming “run”.

Daddy said "Yeah nope can't do that," I said and he looked at me with a serious look. "What if I said I wouldn't do the pranks?" I asked "What are you saying?" Aunt Freya asked "Kids love to prank someone. And I promise it will have nothing to do with the house all the pranks are going to happen outside," I said "You said that last year too until my eyebrows were waxed off," Jordan said "You did that yourself I just applied the wax," I said and everyone tried not to laugh.

Yeah, I know that I really am handsome. I turned my head at him, “Yeah I know that I’m handsome.” I praised myself. “No man, I mean glowing…literally!” Lol, this is a prank. My shoulders got itchy so I tried to scratch it. As the time I raised my hand, my jaw dropped. END OF CHAPTER 14

Mr Wright swiftly pulled the doors shut and followed behind them so that he could open the front door. "Let me go! Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to manhandle me like this? I am Princess Blanche!" She protested. Mr Wright opened the doors and out walked Joan Coachman with the princess. The servants stopped what they were doing to see what was happening and the coachman on the princesses carriage quickly jumped off of his seat. Joan Coachman threw her at his feet and said, "It is disgraceful to watch a couple being intimate and yet here the princess is doing such actions."

Honestly, they belong together. My book slipped from my hand. When I snapped out of my thoughts, Brant was sitting on the lounge chair next to mine. I gasped. “You kind of scared me. I thought you went out.” He casually flipped through my book and handed it back to me. “I thought this was another Spank Me, Daddy.” I let out an incredulous snort. “You’re unbelievable.” “I’m believable, little minx,” he said, flashing that signature smug smile.