Novel & Cerita The Hundredth Prank, A Fatal Bet

"Who do you think you are, brat?! You, defeating me in ten strikes?! I could let you have them for free, and you still wouldn't reach my sleeve!" "Now, now. That might not prove to be the case." Frank wagged his finger, grinning in amusement. Then, shouting below the stage, he said, "Anyway, I bet 500 million that I'm winning!" The hall was sent into a frenzy, even as Frank's bet was shown on the electronic board as he announced it. Nodding in approval, Frank exclaimed, "Now, that's fairness!" On the other hand, Jaden had lost all patience watching as Frank kept wasting time and snapped icily, "Are you going to fight or not?!"

She squeals but follows, heels clicking behind me as I pull her to an empty hallway near the stairwell. “What is wrong with you?” she snaps, yanking her hand back. “You told me this was going to be a joke,” I say, my voice low but full of fury. “A dumb prank. Something you could laugh about. You said I’d pretend to date her, break up with her, and it’d all go away.” Beatrice crosses her arms. “And it did. We did exactly what we said.”

the bartender interrupted before I got to answer him, and I just lifted my shot from the table and gulped it down. “Ahhhh.” The drink burnt my throat like a junk spirit like vodka mixed with some other stuff. “Hahaha,” the man laughed immediately, and I just knew I had caught him. He had entered the trap I set for him, and he was going to certainly be my victim. “It burns, right?” he asked, still chuckling loudly. “Yes, very much. I am not much of a drinker. I just wanted to have a good night,” I lied. “See here, if you take five more shots of this and don’t get drunk, I will pay for your drink tonight,” he said to me. And then I just smiled.

Melissa’s POV I was looking at Henry and thinking about the best way to tell him that he had been the target of yet another bet among his friends. Those men were always betting on something; anything was reason enough for them to start wagering on who would get it right. I still remembered the night they decided to bet with Levy's friends about having dinner with us. They had no limits, even though this time I had to give credit for the prank to Catherine and Fernando; those two were the worst when it came to setting up a practical joke.

she laughed at him. "First time in drinking alcohol?" "Yeah, obviously." "But be careful, you might get drunk," she warned and he laughed. "Like you aren't drunk!" He teased and she gave him another shot. "I am not!" She snapped at him and he drank the alcohol. "What about this?" "We both make a bet," she said with her eyes closed. "What bet?" "If you get drunk by drinking several shots, you pay me 5 thousand dollars and if you don't get drunk, I pay you 5 thousand dollars, deal?" She asked and he chuckled.

The thought of him beating almost a hundred of Bruille Town's strongest men was nearly impossible in Wynn's head. "Don't joke with me, Mister Punter. I came all this way because you promised ten thousand dollars. Don't pull a prank on me like this." Punter frowned at Wynn, confused. "Who said I was pranking you? I'm serious, Wynn. He's your opponent." Punter took out a stack of bills, tossing them at Wynn. "Take this, Wynn. You know I'm a man of my word, and I'm telling you now that if you can beat him, this money's all yours."

He leaned back on the chair and put his phone on the stool beside him. “I see why you were so dumbfounded when I saved you” he gestured to himself and gave a short laugh “Like who wouldn’t be interested in this” She rolled her eyes and muttered ‘Prick’ “Excuse me what did you say?” he asked. “I called you a prick,” she replied. “I don’t like that language you use on me lady” he sat up too “Well ever heard of ‘First time for everything?’” she asked sarcastically. “Don’t feel special Love, you aren’t the first to call me that. Well, I am not in support of this union” he states blandly.

“So you can see…they’re on the edge to get off. They’ve been fed with Viagra. So any seconds from now, they’ll give you the streamers you love watching. The question is who among them will come crashing down from high first?” Theo plasters a grin on his face as he finishes speaking. Silent descends in the room until people start raising their hands. “I bet ten grand that the girl will cum first.” A round belly man with bald hair voices out. He looks like an Irish. People clap at his bet. Another person is up, now. “I bet thirteen grand that the guy will cum first.”

"Relax. I'll be giving you my spot soon." After all, I was dying anyway. My words caught Mia off guard, but she quickly snapped back, taunting me, "Bitch, you think you're giving me your spot? The Luna's seat was mine to begin with. You're just handing back what's mine. Got it?" She flicked a glance at the clock, something dark moving behind her eyes. Then, she drove her heel into the shelf beside us, sending it crashing down. Stones of every size toppled off the shelf, falling right on top of me, pinning my legs. Blood soaked the hem of my skirt in an instant, and a cry ripped out of me.

Sneering in response, Zivon retorted, “Pranks are supposed to be funny. That aside, don’t even try to play the victim. Now take this thousand dollars and undress already.” “…W-what?! I refuse!” exclaimed Cherry as the people around her began whispering even more things among themselves. Smirking in response, Zivon replied, “What’s wrong? I thought you were proud of your profession? Or did I offer too little? Here, I’ll add another thousand to the mix!”