Novel & Cerita Customizable Prank Call

"My team's contacts have traced the number." "And?" "The number is registered to a prepaid SIM purchased with cash at a convenience store in Auckland three days ago," said Vincent. "But after digging further, the same number was also used to contact at least seven other numbers within the last two hours—random numbers, most of them inactive or belonging to small businesses with no connection to each other whatsoever." Daniel frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means," Vincent replied, sounding increasingly irritated with himself, "this is a spam pattern. Robocalls, or someone deliberately scattering random calls to throw off tracking systems. That number almost certainly isn't your wife, Bla

If you keep spreading rumors, I'm calling the cops. Still stunned, I obediently commented: [Consider it handled.] Back when I was still helping promote Rita's hospital, I had also tried running a social media account where I posted simple medical advice and health tips. I had managed to gain around ten thousand followers. Now, seeing that Faith had actually posted a rare selfie, even her silent followers came flooding into the comments. Perhaps out of pure amusement, everyone began copying my comment in unison. [Consider it handled.] Someone abruptly changed the subject.

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

I inhaled deeply and tried to settle down, I leaned my back on the seat, and minutes after that I got a phone call again. “LaLuna” I said. “Maia?” William said through the phone. “Yes, please don’t call me anymore” I said. “No, no. Hold on! Is this legit?” William said. “What is?” I asked. “You didn’t prank me about the 10.000?” William asked. “You can look me up. I’m CEO at LaLuna Corporate NYC” I said. William clicked his computer and searched on the internet for minutes, he kept silent and I’m about to hang up the phone.

The guy nodded, searching for his phone in his pocket. “H-H-here,” he stuttered, handing me the phone, his body trembling. “Hello, you called the Palace sentinels, how can we help you?” A voice said over the phone. “I grabbed the phone, placed it on my ear. “Shut down the city immediately, no one comes in or out until she is found,” I shouted over the phone. “Ah ah,” the person said, nonchalantly. “You do know that you could be fined or beheaded for impersonating the devil Alpha.”

The caller waited a bit before replying "who the hell are you" wisdom barked "easy wizzy, try and take it easy" the caller said. He knew my name. Gosh. Wisdom thought he could be one of his crazy friends that loves playing pranks. He had many friends who are real time hackers and they love playing pranks by making their number untraceable and unreadable. "hey, I am not in the mood for this so just tell me your name motherfucker" wisdom said "okay Wiz I am sorry for not introducing earlier and intruding into your privacy". That's how they all start, pretending to be a new person. Fuck them, just tell me your name idiot, wisdom said to himself.

For some reason, I wanted to take a more thorough look at the scripts. My phone started to ring. It was a call from an unknown number but I picked it all the same. “I see you got the gift I sent to you.” The caller was using a voice altering device and that was alone to creep me out. I stood up from my seat and started to record the call. “Who are you? What gift did you send?” I asked. “You know it very well…” The caller let out an evil laugh. “The pictures… They are my work, done meticulously. You were impressed when you saw it, right?”

The phone vibrated in my hand again, and I did the sensible thing and shouted, “babe, someone is calling you non stop.” The sound of the shower must have drowned out my voice, because I got no response. On its own accord my fingers swiped the call and put it in my ears. “Hello” There was a long prolonged silence on the other line, for a while so I repeated the “hello.” At this point I was beginning to get irritated and I could clearly see why Nik labeled it, it must be a prank call. I hissed loudly and was about to end the call when I heard the voice, “hello, please where is Nik,”

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!—"

And the same voice—the exact same voice—said, "You've got the wrong number." Before I could respond, he added: "Stop calling." Then silence. I put the phone down on my desk. My hands were shaking. Three different homes. Three different families. But one voice. The same voice. Not similar. Identical. The same rhythm, the same slight rasp at the end of each sentence, the same way of saying "wrong number" as if he was amused by something I couldn't hear. I sat there for a long time, trying to convince myself it was a prank. Maybe they'd planned it together. Maybe they'd gotten one of their boyfriends to answer all three phones. That was possible, wasn't it?