Romans & histoires Pranks While Sleeping

I put all the pillows on the sofa. “Let's decide, a movie on N*****x, " I suggested. He brought some blankets from his room and we both watched confessions of a shopaholic. After enjoying pizza and the coke, we both were tired. At 11, he was snoring, and I was looking at his cute innocent face, just like a small child. To prank him, I made a cute little video of him, snoring . He drools while snoring and I was laughing like silly.

You know, trying to joke about the thing that makes you squimy or something and miraculously, for me, it always worked. "So impatient." He replied, a hint of a smirk in his voice. I felt it when he sat on the bed and I inhaled deeply, letting it go slowly so he wouldn't hear. "Getting old here." I joked again and faked a snore, which earned a chuckle from him. I smiled. Yep, joking about unnerving circumstances works. Try it, everyone! "I don't really mind if you sleep before me, princess." "Don't call me princ--what the fuck?!"

As soon as they arrived, the trio embarked on an adventure that would leave them with memories to cherish forever. Being the prankster that I was, I decided to play a harmless joke on Vivian.I tiptoed towards the kitchen, grabbed a handful of flour, and quietly sprinkled it over Vivian’s head. As Vivian turned around, she was met with a cloud of white powder, causing her to shriek in surprise. The sight of Vivian’s flour-covered face sent the three of us into fits of laughter, our giggles echoing through the house.

I was sniffing the snot up. “Why?” “I walk in my sleep. I also cry, and kick, or mumble while asleep. I’m telling you this is advance so you’ll know what to expect.” “I know.” “Huh?” “You forgot something. Tss, you’re also drooling.” “I just drool if I sleep tired or if I have a cold.” “Just keep your lips shut.” “Now that you know I’m more violent when asleep than when awake, what are you going to do?”

PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.

“There’s no Steve. I made it up.” He blinked, trying to process my words. “What?” “You heard me,” I said, crossing my arms. “It was a prank. I said the name in my sleep on purpose …just to see how you’d react.” He frowned deeply. “That doesn’t make any sense. Why would you do that?” I forced a little shrug. “I wanted to see how it feels… how you’d feel if the tables were turned.” His expression twisted into disbelief. “You mean… you pretended to cheat? Just to make me jealous?”

“Real funny, Lila. Save the pranks for April Fools’, yeah?” “It’s not a fucking prank!” she yells, her voice cracking. “Go watch your stream back. Now.” My heart’s thudding now, loud enough to drown out the morning traffic outside. I fumble with my laptop, hands shaking as I pull up the recorded stream. They cut me off after I passed out—great, no tips for sleeping like a loser. I scroll to where I’m slumped over, snoring like an idiot, and fast-forward a bit. Then I see it. A figure. Moving in my room. My bedroom. He’s tall, shadowed, wearing some freaky-ass motorcycle helmet with bunny ears—fucking bunny ears. He’s just… standing there, watching me sleep.

), the UV light passed right through the duplicate while another figure crept behind him and bit off the head in one sweep. “That was a cool snore, Sleeping Beauty,” Finn chuckled through the mindlink. “Now kiss me, Prince Charming,” Riven mindlinked in a squeaky tone while pouting towards Finn. “Ew gross, Riven. Grow up dude,” Finn mindlinked in disgust. In the North flank of the pad, Kael and Damon were worse off than the twins when it came to playing practical jokes on anyone. The Northern room’s UV lights danced right through the approaching figure while two figures were pressed behind the curtains.

impression that would go down in family history. I smiled and played along. I even laughed until my stomach hurt. But when the third round of impersonations came around, someone mimicking a singing moose with way too much commitment, I slipped away with a fake yawn and the excuse of needing air. Nobody questioned it. Everyone was too busy wiping tears of laughter from their eyes. The last of the cider was poured, drunk with sleepy smiles and murmured goodnights. I tried sleeping. I really did. But the bed was too warm. The pillow too lumpy. My thoughts refused to settle. They looped and twisted, refusing to behave. I tossed. I turned. I sighed loud enough to startle myself.

Everyone said we were a perfect match, like a blade and its sheath. We had exchanged rings. The wedding was set for early spring the following year. Everything should have gone smoothly. Yet, staring at the bright “Cancel” button on the screen, I suddenly remembered his words. “A prank.” An overwhelming sense of exhaustion crawled up from my bones. I suddenly felt tired.