Customizable Prank Call Novels & Stories

I still can't believe--- I'm seriously getting cornier---you know more corny, like---tss whatever you guys don't get my joke anyway. Suddenly the music "Don't Cha" by Pussycat Dolls bombarded in the air as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I flinched as I heard it. What if I was on a public place?! What the fudge. The horror. I groaned as I realized that I had been victimized again by the great prankster---my girlfriend---Daniella Sparks. I can already imagine her evil laugh and how her eyes would blaze with a michievous hint in it. I just quickly answered it so it'll stop ringing.

"He ruined my shopping flow." Kelvin, lounging nearby, chuckled. "I told you to ignore unknown numbers. Come on, the seller's showing Golden Delicious! You snooze, you lose." Annoyed that she was falling behind, Jenna grabbed Kelvin's phone and opened the shopping app where the livestream was still ongoing. She typed in the chat: [@handsomebabe: Can you do a private live for me alone?] The seller paused mid-sentence and read the comment aloud. Her brows furrowed. "What kind of prank is this?"

I roared. “You called at the wrong fucking time to play schoolboy pranks.” My words came out as a low, dangerous growl. “You think pretending that you’re mysterious makes you tough? You’ve got no idea who you’re poking. You’ve poked the wrong man.” I leaned into the phone like I could squeeze the voice down the line. “You better walk away right now. Drop that dumb idea in your head. Leave before I personally teach you a lesson you’ll remember for the rest of your worthless life.”

He gave Sean one of the watering cans and I handed him my phone. “Is this the first call you've had from this number?” Sean asked. “Yeah but another number did call me just before I stepped out. I was going to tell Easton about it later.” “You can still tell the boss,” He handed my phone back to me. “It looks like you're right, it's probably a prank call.” I sighed. “I don't see what people gain from it.” “Humans are weird like that ma’am.” Unfortunately, he was correct.

She explains. “Call him, call him, call him.” We all chant. “Fine,” She sighs, picking up her phone and calling him. She hands me the phone and I think of a way to scare him. He declined the call immediately and I call back again. “What?” He asks, frustrated. His accent was honestly to die for. “Landon, we've got the body. Where do you want us to dumb it?” I ask him in a make voice. “Carlota, that's a nice try, trying to prank call me. Did you ask your friends to do it for you?” He asks, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Okay… well, this is Rapunzel calling from the mystical tower. How may I grant your wishes?” “Huh? I just told you who I am,” the caller replied, irritation flaring in her tone. I was less concerned, already reaching for the hang-up button, when a notification popped up: “The caller is requesting a video call,” I read aloud. My eyebrows shot up. This had to be a prank. I mean, come on—it’s L.A. And who calls from a private number about a job offer? Curiosity got the better of me. I pressed accept.

If it weren't for me, Andy wouldn't have to sleep in parks or contract such a terrible illness… But then again, why was Andy hanging out with them? Sunny then sent me another text: [Don't you want the truth? Check out this livestream and you'll understand.] I stared at the link I didn't recognize, but quickly tapped on it with a trembling finger before I knew it. [Welcome to the World of Pranks! Our current prankster is Andy Lawson, and his victim is Jane Smith!] There was a small line underneath: [One month left!]

the driver replied. Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the unknown number flashing on the screen. "Who could this be?" I muttered, declining the call. But the phone rang again. I kept dialing the red button but whomever it was, kept calling so I angrily picked up. " Are you dumb or what?. Why the..?" Before I could complete the sentence, a hoarse voice cut me off. "I’m your doom" "What?" "I’ve slashed your back tires. In a few minutes, your car will flip and you’ll be nothing but a memory," the caller said and let out a loud scary laugh before hanging up.

“What and who are you?” She asked observing that the caller had a private ID. “Is this Callie?” “No! It's not!” Emily almost yelled. “Sorry, wrong number, I’m really sorry, whoever this is. It's a prank call for someone else, sorry once again” replied the caller. “Yeah, how about you silly kids be a bit more careful about the number you dial next time!” Emily rasped with annoyance before ending the call rapidly. And heaving a sigh of relief.

“There was an attempted break-in at the store at 7:00am…. “ They are all shocked into silence pondering over the attempted break-in. The silence seems too prolonged so I pick up my phone and send a funny video to all three of them. I smirk I know it's not the right time, but my sense of humor is dark at times. Brandon tenses beside me while both men on the screen get visibly upset. I turn over the camera to show them Noah sitting beside us watching cartoons. “Language, men,” I say, and Brandon snickers. “Aaliyah, this is no time to joke,” Desmond says. “He knew what he was doing, the time is perfect,” Shawn adds. “I just want him found,” Brandon says. “As you ponder over that, there is still