Pranks Sleepover Novels & Stories

There was no point in convincing these girls because if they fixed their minds on something, there was no moving them. “When is the curfew again?” I got up and plopped myself on my elbows, and laughed when they stared at me with shock. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to sneak out!” Katrina screamed and Klara joined along, “I heard that his dorm is for the kill. The Campus King and Belle have their exclusive dorms, and word has it that they look like a real penthouse. Tell me you’re going to a sleepover and I will cover for you.” Klara screamed as she threw herself on my bed.

Not exactly the reaction I was expecting. "No!" Lauren and I answer in unison while eyeing each other with a horrendous expression on our faces. The last thing we wanted was video documentation of that weekend. "Do you know how valuable a video like that would be?" Rachel asks rhetorically, shaking her head. "Anyway, then what happened?" Lauren picks up the story and explains how the original purpose of the sleepover was to relieve Kristina of her virginity with a dildo but when I arrived the plans changed. "Oh my god!" Rachel laughs. "This just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?" She puts her hand on my thigh. "Poor Brandon, pressured into fucking a virgin," she says with mock sym

Eli said, slinging his arm around my shoulder. I laughed. Finally. “Can we please just do something that doesn’t involve high school boys and emotional damage? I’m stressed and it’s not even the weekend.” Eli’s eyes lit up. “Say less, girlie. Sleepover. My place. Just you and me. Junk food. That vampire show with all the hot, emotionally constipated people.” “I’m in,” I said instantly. We were mid-hug when two shadows loomed over us. “Sleepover?” a familiar voice asked.

I blinked. “A what now?” “A sleepover!” she said, already bouncing in her chair. “Like a proper movie, snacks, face masks, games, music, chaos. Everything. We need joy.” A grin stretched across my face. “You know what? You’re right. We deserve a sleepover.” “And not just any sleepover,” she added, pointing dramatically like she was proposing a mission. “A legendary one. A sleepover is so good, the anonymous gist group reports about it.”

We always do this every time they have a sleepover at our house. After changing into pajamas we decided to watch a n*****x movie in my room. Because it's still early to sleep and tomorrow is a holiday and we don't have school. Bea and I even went downstairs for a while to get snacks while Kenny was left upstairs to set up the TV where we would watch a n*****x movie. We got cookies and chips from the fridge and pineapple juice. We were putting the snacks we took on the tray when the door opened and my brother Allen entered. Based on his appearance, he seems to have been drinking.

Inside, my heart was screaming, Please don’t hurt me again! “Mom! Liam!” Joe bounded toward us. “I just had the best idea!” “What is it, honey?” I asked. “I bet we could all fit on that giant bed…” “Maybe…” I said with trepidation. I had a bad feeling about where this was going. “What are you thinking, pal?” Liam asked. Joe smiled as his idea burst out in an explosion of excitement and joy, “Sleepover!”

Jax fusses with blankets, tucking them around me with ridiculous concentration. "There," he says proudly. "Perfect." "You've made me into a burrito." "The safest human form." Corrian chuckles, taking a step back. "We'll leave you to sleep." Jax nods. "We're just down the hall having a sleepover." I narrow my eyes. "A sleepover." "The manliest, sexiest sleepover in history." "Right." "If you need us, shout."

She has no idea we’re not enjoying her karaoke performance, we’re actually dying. Sleepover was suppose to be with only me and Ethel, but the girls crashed before Ethel come and declared an unannounced sleepover. Ethel did later came, I just had to lie that I sent her a text to come join us. “Leah your time is up kindly go and sit please.” Ethel pleaded close to tears, she can’t keep up with the voice again. “Oh puh-leaseee, y’all are just jealous of my sweet voice and wouldn’t let me sing in peace,” she defended flipping her hair sideways before catwalking back to her seat.

Liberty’s eyes flicked past me toward the hallway, toward Dawson’s bedroom, then back. She grinned. Oh no. She didn’t say anything, Liberty wasn’t cruel, but the look she gave me was a full sentence: So. You slept here. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. Instead, Liberty dropped her bag near the couch and clapped her hands once. “Okay! New plan. We’re having a sleepover.” Dawson’s brows lifted. “We’re what?” “A sleepover,” Liberty repeated, already marching into the kitchen like she owned the place. “Because some psycho thinks he can loom at me through glass like a sad vampire, and I say no. I say I get carbs and blankets and emotional support.”

“We were so young, daring each other to do the silliest things. The pranks we pulled on each other were even worse.” “Well, yes, but if I’m not mistaken, most of those pranks were initiated by Jocasta and Ophelia,” I reminisce. “You’re right about that. But this one probably takes the cake,” he adds. “The four of us had a sleepover one weekend at our home. Being the heart of summer, someone came up with the crazy idea to have a camp out in the garden. “So, one thing to know about our garden is that it’s completely overgrown with grass and weeds. It looks like an infested swamp. My parents wanted it that way, saying it’s not our job to interfere with nature.