Pranks To Do On Your Brother Novels & Stories

I teased and he chuckled. "Cally..." "I said sister!" I interrupted. "Oh, come on!" he pleaded and I grinned at him. "Alright, fine! Call me whatever you want besides you're still my smartest younger brother!" I said as I pinched both sides of his cheeks and he scowled. "You gotta act like an adult, Cally!" he said. "Yes, grumpy brother!" I responded and he just rolled my eyes. "Just call mom, tell her to let's eat," he said and I pinched his cheek again, but only the right side and he was glaring at me as he removed my hands off him.

But I was completely wrong. "How could I tell you? It's not something to brag about," he made a fake chuckle, making fun of the situation that's for me very crucial. "It's not something to brag about but something to discuss, you idiot!" I can't control my emotions anymore. Why is my brother getting bullied?

“No offense to you brother, but holy shit. you two look nothing alike! He has a very different tastes for his men and women.” Because I’m a fake. A means to an end. My brother, unaware of my internal turmoil, or maybe he’s enjoying it, continues. “She’s an absolute smoke show! I have no idea if you are, since it wild be weird, you’re my baby brother–” he snickers, Baby brother. He’s doing the bullying thing again. Wrapping it in kind words so he can say he was being kind. “You shouldn’t be saying that, you’re almost divorced because of this.” my voice is detached,

My brother’s parting gift. That thought makes me snort. “Hey, guys,” I say lightly, trying to ease the coil in my chest, “This a hoax?” Please tell me this is a prank. Just — don’t let it be strippers. My brothers would easily do that crap. Shoving dicks in my face, thinking it’s hilarious. The guy riding shotgun half-turns, deadpan. “Nope. Sorry, dude. This is all real.” Well, at least no surprise willies. That’s something.

~Emma~ That's the moment Alpha Jagger opened his eyes and grinned. "I'm still alive! I'm just trying to scare you, sis," he said, smiling mischievously after pranking his sister. Julie was annoyed by her brother's prank. "Don't do it again! You scare the hell out of me!" She slapped his arms several times. "Ouch! Stop! My bones are breaking," Alpha Jagger protested. Julie smiled. "How are you feeling now, bro?" she asked, looking at his face. All her worries are gone.

But Chris had no intention of speaking; he was savouring the sight of his unflinching siblings squirm anxiously when he got slapped at the back of his head. “Is it fun to watch your brothers squirm?” Adam narrowed his eyes reprimanding his little prankster who had grown up to be fine young man and yet had moments like this despite his age and persona he created for himself in front of the world. Although he was reprimanding, there wasn’t even the slightest hint of reproach in his eyes other than a playful glint. “Yes...” Chris admitted with a resentful pout as he rubbed his head and turned to look at the culprit who had the nerve to imitate his father.

She got taken aback by my actions and I silently did my happy dance. “Excuse me. You’re blocking my way.” I said coolly and headed towards the dining room. The night seemed to never last. I walked up to my brother who was, of course, still playing games and sneakily sipping a glass of beer pretentiously every now and then. “Gotcha, you little quack!” I smirked. I hurriedly took out my phone and quickly snapped a picture of him with the alcohol. “Aiv! No! Don’t! You’ll get me in trouble! Aiv!” my brother pleaded. I snorted and pulled out my tongue shoving my phone in front of his face.

*** After the wedding, the first to show up and apologize was that pack of trashy friends. Bruce was the one who knocked—bruised face, arm in a sling, eyes serious. The apology actually sounded real. I didn't need to ask what happened. I could guess. Henry stood beside me and said, "You don't have to forgive them." And he was right. I'd started college bright-eyed, full of potential... and slowly got dragged down by the jokes, the dares, the garbage Gideon and his crew pulled at my expense. Before they left, they dropped one last bit of news: Gideon and Olivia were done.

Not Manny. "Yeah, yeah. I agree. You are indeed dumb. Anyway, what will you be doing, princess?" My brother brushes Manny off as he questions my role. I stick my tongue out and relate my plan to him,"Bro, I am going to hack into his presentation and post a video of myself. I won't say much but I will tell him that I know what he did and I am seeking retribution."

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.