Customizable Prank Call Novels & Stories

But to my surprise, an awkward silence greeted me, neither the caller nor myself saying a word. I waited, expecting the caller to make the first move, but nope, nada. What a prank, right? I couldn't help but roll my eyes, Seriously? Who pulls off a silent prank call? Just as I was about to end the call, a familiar, malicious laugh erupted from the other end, causing my blood to run cold. "Hahahahahahaha," Tim's unmistakable voice echoed in my ears “What's up, Nicole? Been skipping school, huh? Wondering where you've been hiding," he taunted.

If your registration is successful, CallCom will SMS you a password to be able to use the website. Gregory gets his cell phone. He types in one of CallCom's cell phone numbers. Just like that - anyone off the top of their head. Then Gregory put the mobile phone on speakerphone so I could hear too. The number does not exist. He tries three more times before someone answers. "Emily, hello?" Gregory quickly types "Emily" into the fill-in field on the website. "Hello, Emily..." I almost screamed when I heard Gregory's voice. It's different than usual. Not disguised, but he clicks like those psyched-up guys who call you from call centres. "My name is Peter. I am phoning from CallCom and I see her

I have been waiting for this call. I picked up the call...

He barked coldly into the phone as soon as he answered. "I will tell you this once. Don't you ever hang up the call when I am talking. And check your phone. After you are done, you can press one on the burner to call back or the other is up to you." The voice sounded colder as it came from the burner phone. Then the person hanged up. Chris was confused as he didn't know what was going on. Is this a prank? He thought. Just then, his phone rang. It was a message notification from an unknown number.

Just as he finished speaking, my phone rang and it was the restricted number that had always been calling me. "He is calling," I announced. "Pick it up and act natural," Kendra whispered. "Hello," I said. Instead of hearing a voice, I heard laughter. "You are so foolish, son. I can't believe you fall for the prank call." He burst into another round of laughter. He was having fun mocking me. "Where are you?" I simply asked. "I'm at the abandoned building, " he replied sarcastically and then laughed. "It's so fun watching you running around like a fool."

Hopefully, not a dangerous person who will threaten me, but I have nothing of value. “Hello, who am I talking to?” I asked the caller. I waited for an answer from the caller, but I heard no voice from the other side. It seems just a prankster. I shouldn’t have been on prank calls. "Did I speak to Kanya Arundhati?" Just now, I was about to turn off the call, but the other person is making a sound, and it is a woman’s voice. Huh, I sighed for a moment. “Yes, who are you? If there’s nothing important, I’ll hang up the call. I am swamped and have no time to play with pranks, who are calling using unknown numbers,” I said smoothly. Who wants to wait on bullshit?

What if it's dad or any of my relatives with a new phone number, right? "Hello?" No one responded or greeted me back, which made me pissed. Is this a prank? "Hello?!" with a touch of anger. "Hey, you from the other line! If you're bored and wanna make fun of me, well guess what?! I'm totally messed up right now and you're making me irritated! For your information, I don't have time for a caller that doesn't know how to speak. Well, you can enroll back in your kindergarten and practice your communication skills. Goodbye!—"

Chapter 122 Adam's POV The phone call I received was from an unknown person who claimed to have dirt on Kelvin. The voice was unmistakably that of a lady’s—soft yet oddly calm—but after three minutes of listening to her speak in vague circles, it became clear to me that it was nothing more than a prank call. There was no information, no real name, and definitely no proof, just hollow threats laced with cryptic language. I hung up immediately, irritated and confused, wondering what kind of sick person would find joy in toying with others like that. Why would someone go out of their way to play such a prank, especially during a night like this?

This feature applied to the rest of the house. As I reached for a new book, my phone rang again. Checking the caller ID, it was an unknown number, but given the recent prank calls, I hesitated to answer. The call persisted, however, prompting me to pick up reluctantly. “Pierce speaking?” I answered, my annoyance evident. “You can't even afford a few hundred dollar bills?” At once, I recognized the owner of the voice. The annoying voice taunted me, making me want to punch a hole in the wall.

I could fake moan on cue, breathe heavy at the right moments, describe exactly how I’d ride someone’s cock without ever feeling more than mild boredom. It honestly wasn’t a bad job. Some of the guys just wanted someone to talk to; some of them had very specific fantasies they wanted me to act out. It didn’t take long before his phone started ringing, I mocked it to my wireless air bud. I cleared my throat, which wasn’t even needed. The system has installed a voice changer in our phone, not only does it change our voice but makes the customer live deeper to avoid recognition outside work. I dropped into the chair, plugged in the earbuds, logged into James’s extension. The phone rang precisely