The Hundredth Prank, A Fatal Bet Mga Nobela at Kwento

He turned and left. I took a napkin and started wiping the tables since I was bored. I wiped them till I could clearly see my reflection. I moved to the other table and started wiping it too. If I got a thousand dollars for cleaning tables, I would be a billionaire. I mean, just look at this. The only reason I was happy was because of the prank. I had a feeling I'd never forget about it. It was definitely the bravest and most epic thing I'd ever done in my life

Although she wants to dance in the middle, the floor felt so narrow with this ocean of people that she just settled on the space she reached. "Girl!" A man in front of her called. She was already dancing; her hips are swaying from side-to-side as she lifted her hands to the air. "Why did you drink so hard? You are losing your mind! It was not our goal for tonight!" Dalmi opened her eyes and saw Jackie shielding her from the people around her. She smiled. "Jackie! Let's call off the prank. You know, he doesn't want to play. Let's pick another man–oh! Hello, Sir!" Dalmi smirked at the man from earlier.

"So, what's your plan for the ninth prank?" "We'll pull off the ninth one at Caleb's wedding," Kevin crowed. "Just imagine it. The officiant asks, 'Caleb Smith, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?' and Caleb bellows, 'Absolutely not!' It's going to be hysterical." Outside, I leaned against the wall and slowly slid down until I was crumpled on the floor. Pulling my knees close, I buried my face as silent sobs tore through me.

It felt like a silly dream that I prayed not to wake up from. As I smiled ear to ear, sipping my glass of alcohol, I stole glances at Charlie and his friends who were still gambling. I had withdrawn from the bet with my two billion dollars. I only watched them, though I was more into the music than their bet. “I win!" Charlie laughed. I smiled, locking eyes with him as I nodded. “Good job.”. As the night went by and the bet became more boring, suddenly, a piercing sound was heard. 'POW!’ It was a gunshot.

My name would be on the line as the notorious monster in the underground fight. My thoughts were so preoccupied that I didn't notice Thomas Wyatt was already behind me. I came to an abrupt halt when the cold mouth of his gun kissed the back of my head. "Titania 'the monster' Summer, you owe me a hundred million dollars, bitch!" I scowled at what I heard. "Owe you a hundred million dollars?" Is he bullshiting me? _________________ Loud music was blasting throughout the crowded hall where the cage fight would take place. It was in the basement of an old building on Harrington's eastern outskirts.

Without him, I wouldn’t have secured the Early Admission spot at Harvard. Since it was a Teacher Appreciation Banquet, of course I would go. [Okay, sir. I’ll be there on time tomorrow.] Returning from Miami, I arrived just in time, taking a taxi straight to the banquet. Three large round tables were packed with people. Jason and Summer sat at the center of the main table. Dozens of eyes fixed on me. A brief silence was followed by a clear air of malice and ridicule. “Hey, isn’t this our class’s Harvard Early Admission student?”

Maybe i could pull one more prank on Henry then! "Me too." I said and Em gave me her million dollar smile. "Okay, its set then! Other details would be given later. Now excuse me ladies, i need to use restroom." Drake said in a fake accent while we laughed. After he went away, I turned my attention to my phone. I opened my I*******m and there was a story posted by Henry. It said... Won the bet! She fucking came! My blood boiled with anger and i took many deep breaths to calm myself down.

Her disappointment stung harder than the IV in my arm. "Shawn is the head of a mafia family. Ruthless and cold. Do you think a man like that would ever be gentle to a woman who tricked him into marriage? Do you think using suicide will make him care?" She scoffed. "Grow up. If you pull this stunt again, no one’s going to save you." No comfort. No concern. Just shame. I stared at the tiny holes in my hand from the needles and wondered when exactly I became someone so easy to give up on.

Arthur was all alone. Beneath the photo was a caption that described the scene. [This morning, well-known local attorney, Arthur Hutton, was left standing alone at the steps of the city hall, dressed in a formal suit and holding a bouquet of flowers, in what appeared to be an attempt to marry his fiancee. The situation took a humiliating turn when his intended partner failed to appear. Mr. Hutton remained at the location throughout the day until the office closed in the evening. The awkward scene, captured by bystanders and shared online, has since gone viral, sparking intense speculation and discussion across the city.]

Giving in to the darkness, I passed out. … When I finally came to, it was the afternoon of the next day. I wasn’t dead. Sitting next to me, August struggled a while before finding the words. “Sophina, Anna is really shaken up by the kidnapping. I promised to take her away for a change of scenery. “I’m afraid I need to move tomorrow’s ceremony to a different date. You won’t mind, would you?” Tears welled up in my eyes. August scrambled for excuses. “Don’t worry. This is the last time. You have my word. It will never happen—”