The Hundredth Prank, A Fatal Bet Novels & Stories

After hitting send, I felt a wave of sadness, but I’m determined to get a new phone. “Oh, this lovely phone screen is broken,” I vented, but my frustration wouldn’t hold me back. I decided to check F******k and encountered the biggest news of my life: "Miss Anna is not the real wife of billionaire Adrian; they're in a contract marriage that ends after a year. Anna is a whore who forced herself on Adrian; he doesn’t like her." I know exactly who spread this malicious news, and I won’t stand for it. How dare they label me a whore? What crimes have I committed?

"What are you talking about? He doesn't care about the petty allowance you threw at him." Evelyn walked over to the coffee table and began flipping through the bank statements one by one, spreading them out for Vanessa to see. Every single statement was stamped with the date, a specific dollar amount, and a note attached to the transfer. "Payment for the first affair. 100 million dollars. "Payment for the second affair. 100 million dollars." The third affair had its own transfer, too, and the payments continued all the way to the seventh and most recent one. Dylan was so frightened that he shrank into the corner of the room.

Whenever they played Truth or Dare, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Clara would deliberately dare him to pull the same prank on me, and Ronan would always willingly play along: he would pretend to propose to me. The last time, I fell for it. I joyfully held out my hand, but a mechanism inside the ring snapped shut, and I cried out in pain. Ronan and Clara doubled over with laughter, ignoring my finger, which had been pinched purple. Afterward, Ronan pinned me against the wall and swore that this year, he would give me a real proposal.

Cassian said. "What approach?" "We already know what the other is planning through the bond. So we prank each other knowing the other knows. It becomes less about surprise and more about—" "Commitment," Adrian said. This was how the prank war became, not a war of surprises, but a war of escalating commitment, where both parties were fully aware of what was coming and the prank still had to happen because backing down was the loss condition. PRANK ONE: The Tea Cassian drank the salt tea.

he snapped. I remained silent. In the past, I would've been the first to relent. I would swallow my pride and explain my situation in a meek voice. But now, I couldn't be bothered to speak up. A trace of irritation crept into his voice. "Has the cat got your tongue?" "I'm in front of the city hall," I replied. Julian froze at my words. It seemed like he'd just recalled the promise he once made to me. As long as I proposed 98 times to him in front of the city hall, he would show up on the 99th attempt and accept my proposal.

“She’s a big fish, man. You’re not gonna reel her in. She’s got you by the balls already.” I rolled my eyes. “Wanna bet?” I said, my voice low, dangerous. “I’ll have her begging for me and my cock by the end of the month. A hundred grand if I win.” Marcus grinned, undaunted. “You’re on, Hawthorne. But I’m telling you, that girl’s got fire you can’t tame. You’re gonna crash and burn.” We both laughed, the tension between us electric,as the bet sealed the game. Serena was a prize, a challenge I couldn’t resist, and I'd play dirty if I had to. I always got what I wanted.

"That's $1,200. This is the final bet before we show our cards. You be my sex slave for one day. Twenty four hours. If you win, you get the money. If I win, I get you for twenty four hours and you also get the money. Either way you win. How does that sound?" She was thoroughly insulted. But then again, she was confident her hand would win. Let him have his little fantasy for a few minutes before I clean both of them out, she thought. "Alright. But I want some ground rules first. Boundaries, I guess you call them." He agreed and they spent a few minutes going over just what the final bet would entail. Sure that she would win she was quite generous and gave him just about anything he wanted. T

I grinned like a creep playing along with him. Leave it to Xavier to make a joke out of some lame games. “Wait, isn't it that if you fail you yourself dies?” Bethel gasped in fear, cluelessly falling for Xavier trick. Xavier looks at her and then bursts into feet of laughter obviously seeing the horror in bethel’s face. “Well, yeah that’s right I was just trying to pull a leg.” He shrugs, earning a glare from bethel. “Unfortunately you didn’t choose the right prank.” I retorted, rolling my eyes.

"I know. I just wasted my five thousand nuggets of wisdom on a man that would do what he wants anyways. How about a wager?" "Sounds interesting. What do you want?" "I bet that Skylar might end up leaving you if you do not slow down." Skylar is never leaving me. I will chain her to my bed if I have to. "Alright. How much are we betting here?" "Ten million quid." Trust Ricardo to want to make a bet worth millions. "You greedy fucker. It's a deal." I can hear the smile in his voice. "Sweet." "But," He groans and I laugh.

After that, she made one final call to him. Almost immediately, Kieran answered, his voice as gentle as ever. "Tab, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" Tabitha looked up at the banyan tree and asked, "Do you still remember the banyan tree at the sanatorium?" He chuckled softly. "Of course. That's where I confessed to you. Time really flies, huh? It's been ten years already." She smiled, too. "Good. I've prepared a little gift for you and David. I buried it under the tree, so don't forget to come get it."