Prankster Couples Novels & Stories

"What kind of relationship?” Caspian walked over from the bay window. His footsteps were barely audible on the office carpet, with only the soft rustling of his coat hem against his pants. He came to stand half a meter away from Jenny. His breath, coming from his nostrils, touched her forehead, carrying the natural warmth of his mouth and a slight hint of mint. "Not 'allies'," he said. "Not 'partners.' It’s not a give-and-take relationship where 'you help me, I help you.'"

“We are.” “I knew it,” she said triumphantly, as if she'd won a game show. “We just celebrated our twentieth last week. I’m Leslie, and this is my husband, Roger.” Roger gave a small wave, clearly more reserved. “I know this is crazy,” Leslie went on, already pulling out a chair, “but we’d love some company tonight. Honeymooners and seasoned marrieds—how fun is that? Right, Roger?” Roger blinked. “Right.” I opened my mouth to politely decline, but Leslie was already calling over a waiter. “We’ll pull two tables together. Easy!”

Right on cue, his assistant popped the car trunk and came back with a huge gift bag. Inside? Premium chocolates, and lots of them. "Dang," someone whispered. "Just this must've cost a ton." "He's so put-together, and she's gorgeous. Total power couple." "She wasn't lying. Who's the clown that called her a side piece?" The crowd turned, no longer here for the drama—now they wanted answers. Bruce saw it coming and bolted, which only made him more obvious. "That guy!" someone shouted. "He called the bride a side piece on their marriage registration day! Nearly caused a huge mess!"

Gwen nodded, agreeing with her husband. They then moved to a stall selling snacks, and Gwen bought lots of sweets. They took some affectionate photos, intended as evidence for his grandfather. After buying all the snacks, they sat at a round table provided by the amusement park. They were busy tasting the food without much conversation when the person they suspected as a stalker sat nearby. Dominic immediately informed his wife that they should continue pretending to be romantic. At first, Gwen went along with her husband's idea, but she eventually got bored and suggested they return to the hotel. Of course, Dominic refused because he wanted to stay and continue proving to his grandfather.

Their parents really think they're both fine because they look fine but in reality, they're just kids wanting their parents' support. "I really can't wait to meet your husband!"

~Lora~ Michael’s eyes jumped, his brows furrowed together like he was trying to translate a language he didn’t speak. “What?” I snapped, irritated. “You’re joking.” He let out a short, dry laugh that died in his throat. He tried to shrug it off, but his shoulders stayed tight, locked in place. “No, I’m not, hubby.” I pointed a finger between the two of us. “I want an open marriage. You do you. I do me.”

"Who said we'd get divorced? That will happen when pigs fly." "Alright, bye. Thanks for driving me, Mr. Vasco." I tried to pull the door handle, but it was locked, so I looked back at Hudson. "Unlock the door." Hudson placed his index finger over his lips. "The heck? We're not a real couple." Hudson just looked at me, not moving, so I sighed. "Okay, fine!" I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. What should have been just a dampening kiss turned into a torrid one as Hudson cupped the back of my head and deepened the kiss.

“Man to man, I am going to have to politely refuse your request.” “You think you have all the answers, do you not? But let me ask you one thing. Where is your wife, Cruz? She walked out on you, did she not? You are so skilled at making every situation bend to your will, every problem crumbling at your feet… except for your own marriage.” The comment lands with more force than I anticipated, but I do not let a single emotion through. I just remain seated, listening as he throws his punches. “Unlike you,” he goes on, “some of us actually respect the sacred promise of marriage. I do not plan on failing. Bianca and I? We are staying married. Until the day one of us dies.”

Last night when they were hanging out he let it slip that he was going to the photo shoot today and Jonathan, hearing him, asked to accompany him which he couldn't refuse. As soon as they both stepped down from the car, all the female's eyes were directed towards them. They were surprised to see two male Adonis in the photo shoot. A few of them were even bold and walked up to them. “Which celebrities are you? Are you the one doing the photo shoot today? The men just smiled as they heard the question. It seemed that they were used to comments like this. “We are not celebrities. We are people from the Reynolds Corporations who have come for the photo shoot”

I almost fell several times, I'm just thankful to Thyro that I cling to him so tightly. There was almost no space between the two of us because I was literally hugging him. There were many people who were chasing each other and others were working together to knock down some couples, the two of us knocked down about three, I sometimes couldn't help but laugh at the jokes and teasing of some couples. Ten minutes later, we were left with eight Couples, many of whom were already out of the game. Both of us got our attention when the American man with his girlfriend spoke. "Hey dude, just back out now me and my girlfriend will win this," he arrogantly speak and smiled.