Novel & Cerita Pranks Couples

She hated playing matchmaker, but anytime one of her single friends got a look at the six-foot tall former professional soccer player, they all begged for an introduction. “What’s the huge gaping plot-hole?” Bryce asked as his hand slid further up the back of her dress. She gave him a playful dirty look. Her black-haired, blue-eyed, too-handsome-for-his-own-good husband hit on her constantly when Ethan hung out with them, Bryce’s not-so-subtle way of saying, “Look how fun being married is. Aren’t you sad you’re still single?” Leigh swatted at his hand. “So the one guy convinces the other guy that they can swap wives in the night, right? ‘Here, we’ll sneak into each other’s houses and while o

I had to act very convincingly. "What the hell are you talking about? What is familiar?" I replied. Then she chuckled. "Oh, baby, it rings a bell now. I remember-it's from a movie I watched. A N*****x movie. Look at you; you look so tense. You need to chill." (laughs) "I apologize, my sweet, sweet husband." I slapped her and she apologized? I stood there, unsure what to say. "That prank isn't funny. I was confused as hell," I said, forcing a chuckle.

Her fingers brushed against his as she took it, the brief touch sending a shiver through her skin. On the screen, there was a list. Bullet points neatly outlined: 1. Be seen together. Make it look natural. Hold hands in the halls. Stay close. Act like it’s real. 2. Talk to me at lunch. I’ll sit next to you, and we’ll make it obvious that we’re a thing. 3. Give them a show. We’ll act like we’re fighting in front of others. It’ll build tension—makes people curious. 4. Use social media. Post pictures with me. Let them see us in places together. People will talk, and that’s what we need.

Snatching the divorce agreement from me, she casually flipped through it. She moved closer to me and asked with feigned innocence, "How come the agreement doesn't have the court's approval, Meryl? You must have brought some fake documents, right?" Beth's words were all the proof Wallace and Mom needed to believe I was merely staging a performance. The initial flicker of tension they felt instantly dissolved, leaving them with only resignation and profound disappointment in me. "You can go ahead and keep up with the whole charade, Meryl. You want to get a divorce, right? How do you intend to get it when this agreement doesn't even have the court's approval?" Mom asked, looking at me with disa

Fairy lights draped over the trees, a live jazz band played near the pool, and waiters circulated with champagne. It was extravagant. It was expensive. It was disgusting. "Surprise!" A chorus of voices erupted as we stepped onto the patio. Teammates, wives, sponsors, reporters. Flashes went off, blinding me. I smiled. My face hurt from how fake it was. "Oh, Liam!" I exclaimed, playing the part of the doting, surprised wife. "You shouldn't have!" "Anything for my queen," Liam announced loudly, making sure the reporters heard. I accepted a glass of champagne but didn't drink it. I held it like a prop.

Who wouldn’t see the ring that is being waved around like a flag during Olympics opening ceremonies? “How lovely, so how do your parents feel about cousins marrying? Isn’t considered incest?” I speak in the loudest voice possible if they are going to ruin my day with my angel I must as well ruin theirs. James’ face frowns along with Lola’s immediate gasps, I hear people in the park look and gossip. The country frowns heavily on these types of relationships. “We are not cousins” Lola defends, “we were just lying to you, he was cheating on you with me.”

“We were thinking of making it a cooking party, where we would have to make our food.” I didn't want to believe my ears for the next couple of moments. It was all sounding like they would suddenly let out, “It was all a prank,” and bring out the food. But they were looking pretty serious about all of it. “And… to make it all interesting and intriguing…” Julia stood up excitedly and turned to Michael who seemed like he was regretting why he had agreed to the suggestion which had to have been hers. “We would be making it a couple's edition. Each couple against the other.”

Whenever they played Truth or Dare, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Clara would deliberately dare him to pull the same prank on me, and Ronan would always willingly play along: he would pretend to propose to me. The last time, I fell for it. I joyfully held out my hand, but a mechanism inside the ring snapped shut, and I cried out in pain. Ronan and Clara doubled over with laughter, ignoring my finger, which had been pinched purple. Afterward, Ronan pinned me against the wall and swore that this year, he would give me a real proposal.

Every year on April Fools' Day, my boyfriend would team up with his childhood best friend to pull the same prank on me. He would pretend to propose. Last year, the two of them laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, even though my fingers were almost crushed in the process. Later, he apologized and swore that this year would be different. This year, the proposal would be real. As such, when he called me again, sounding urgent and telling me to come to the place where we had our very first date, I believed him.

“Oh, it is. There’s the egg race, the sack race, the obstacle course… and the couples run.” I raised an eyebrow. “Couples run?” “You and Oliver should totally do, I guess Aiden and I should too” she said casually. “It’s good PR. People love seeing the ‘golden couple’ do something together. Builds goodwill.” For some reason, that idea terrified me. The idea of running side by side with Oliver, pretending to be something we weren’t, pretending that our partnership was built on anything but arrangement and obligation. “I’ll think about it,” I said, downing the rest of my coffee.