Customizable Prank Call Novels & Stories

he tapped the bridge of my nose. "You pranked me first you idiot for doing nothing. I didn't do anything to you!" "It's what I do, cupcake. I prank" "Of course it is. It's probably the only thing you ever do. Prank people for the sake of fun, to make yourself happy, putting a smile on your face but ruining other's reputations. I was fine before I met you, very fine and just because you noticed me, you decide it would be nice to ruin my life. Let me make this clear Dylan, once you prank someone, you ruin their reputation and it's fucking annoying. All you do is to sit down, think of how to apply sadness to a person's life and execute your dumb plan. Don't you have other things to do,l like th

"Stop it guys, it's not funny anymore. I dislike being pranked!" The warning did not scare whoever was on the other line because he laughed evilly and I imagined him to have red horns on both sides of his head. I shook the thought out of my head and hung up. Who did he think he was to be pranking me with stupid calls? He better not call me back. Suddenly, my phone started ringing in my hand again and it was that same unknown caller ID. I took the call with a bile rising up my throat. "What do you want?!" I growled.

Chirag shudders, no doubt visualizing the disturbing image in his head. "To cut it short, were being pranked". Zoey cut to the chase". "What?" "That's not yet scientifically proven" Josh. "Shut up Josh!" Zoey says, glaring daggers at him. "So how do we stop him?" Chirag asks. Suddenly there's a ping in Josh's pocket. He digs his hand into his pocket and brings out his phone. The screen is blinking and there's a text from an unknown number. He unlocks his phone and checks his message. "You can't stop me, even if you try".

They might damage some books and other items here if they continue to act immature! I was about to go near them an drag them out of the store, but I stopped when I heard my phone rang inside my blazer's pocket. I quickly fished out my phone and looked at what it was, and my brows formed a single line when I saw a miscall from an unregistered number. Who's this? Is this another one of those prank calls where they ask for personal informations and bank accounts? I was about to turn my phone off when a text message from the same number popped into my notifications. My brows furrowed even more.

It's crazy. "Okay sir, thanks for calling," I said and hung up on him. I know that's rude. But he's annoying. Repetitive and pointless talk. Or maybe it's just a joke. We have encountered such customers several times. You order a lot and it turns out to be a scam. Sometimes those 'vloggers' turn to prank fast foods into the content. Honestly, it's not funny at all. Poor people even if they say it's just a prank. Because, aside from pranking them, they are also used for money and fame.

My hands are shaking as I swipe to accept. "You have a call from an inmate at a correctional facility. This call is being recorded and monitored. To accept this call, press 1. To decline, hang up." "Hello," I hesitate, my voice barely a whisper. "Hey Doodle." "Dad?"

"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.

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?

(Lea's P.O.V.) My thoughts vanished like smoke when my phone suddenly rang. I grabbed it from my pocket to check who the caller was. There was no name. Only number. I tapped the green button, and put the phone close to my ears. "Hello?" At first, there was only static noises on the other line. But three seconds later, I heard someone breathing. Is this a prank call? "Hello? If you're bored, then be bored alone. Don't mess up with other people's lives. Just because you're having fun doesn't mean other people are having fun, too. It's not funny."