The Hundredth Prank, A Fatal Bet Novels & Stories

He glanced around and saw the bald man who had mocked him before. He remembered how the bald man bet his entire fortune on the beast at the betting area, saying that he would be able to double it. The bald man had a dark look on his face at that moment, having lost his entire fortune in a flash. Fane let out a smile as he walked two steps toward the guy. "Didn't you bet seven hundred and sixty thousand spirit crystals before this?"

They had frequent prank wars as they grew up. Such wars included simple things like Tony's shampoo replaced with mayonnaise, or more extreme things like when all of Ethan's clothes were bleached white. Come to think of it, Tony should introduce Dillon to the Art of the Prank. It was his dead-set belief that prank wars were necessary for the continued friendship between any two male humans. Dillon's reactions would be fun too. He should watch his step though. Dillon was no idiot and likely had the capacity to set up some elaborate and complex traps. That however, was a thought for another time. It was four o'clock, Dillon would be in soon, and Tony had other things on his mind. Now he had to

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

he cackled up a barrel of laughs, infuriating me further. “Fine ! I agree to your stupid bet but know this that you will be S’ed in the B so bad. Whoever wins and get his or her name in the Hall of Fame, can ask for anything from the other. Deal ?” I asked as I put forward my hand. “You better buy sunscreen for yourself, Joy Stone. You are going to be burned like hell. Deal,” he accepted all the terms and conditions of the bet as he shook my hand. “Get ready for your life to get worse from one to damn !"

John gritted his teeth as he remembered the smirk that Helen had given him. Back to the present, Samuel smiled and said, "I am on the same boat as you, John. We have until our final-year graduation, which is next year, for the bet to end. If I get Helen, date her, and sleep with her, as the bet says, you will pay me 10 million. But if I lose, I will have to pay you the bet. Deal?" "Yeah. Deal," John said, his voice full of seriousness, while Eric and Alex both shook their heads.

As she watched his presentation on stage, she humiliated me by teasing me like I was her pet. I simply sat quietly at her side, not leaving no matter what she said. Halfway through the show, the glass ceiling suddenly collapsed. I promptly threw myself on top of Mila, protecting her and letting the glass tear through my body. However, she shoved me away and ran toward Julian, who was unscathed. No one else noticed me even after the entire hall was cleared out, and I welcomed my ninety-ninth death with a glass shard in my heart. Thank goodness. One more resurrection and one more death, and I could bring Yvie back to live.

"Yeah. I used your card." Back then, my company was in the middle of a critical funding round. That was considered a significant amount of money. I tried to keep my voice soft. "Next time, can we talk about it first before you make a big purchase?" Rosalind's hand froze halfway while she was fastening the necklace. "Talk about it? What do you mean by that?" When she turned, the necklace caught in her hair. She suddenly went amok and yanked it off, hurling it to the floor. An emerald necklace over 300 thousand dollars shattered just like that.

The wind was biting, yet he was wearing only a thin layer of clothes. He shouted toward the phone, “Ruthie, this was a bet I made using you back then, and the loser had to jump into the lake. I know I did you wrong, so I’m giving all those wagers back to you now.” Someone tried to stop him. “Finn, that bet was made in the middle of summer! The water’s freezing now. You can’t do this!” Before his friends could convince him otherwise, Finn had jumped in. I hung up at that point. I felt nothing stirring inside me. I just found it ridiculous. He wanted to prove how guilty he felt, but I had stopped caring about all of that long ago.

"So explain this. Why do these reports not match the hundred tests you handled?" Her face drained. Her legs buckled, and she hit the floor. "No! You faked them! It's so easy now!" Like she'd grabbed a lifeline, she spun to the reporters. "This woman's crazy! I'm her closest friend—why would I hurt her? Her husband's with her day and night. He knows her best. Even he says she's insane!" The reporters nodded. "Exactly!" "These can be faked! The first hundred tests said they were mother and daughter!"

“What are you going to do if I don’t? You didn’t pay for it. That makes it the shop’s property.” I had always been the kind of person who responded to kindness but dug in my heels against threats. To be honest, I did not really need one million dollars. I played scratch-offs just for the fun of it. She could have just asked me nicely. I might have even split the prize with her. But since she wanted to play rough, I wanted to see who had the last laugh. I walked straight out of the shop and bought a megaphone. Then, I started shouting outside her shop.