Good Prank Call Ideas

Emily Lothan traded a Formula 1 championship and a billion-dollar empire for love. Seven years later, she's invisible in her own home, a forgotten wife to billionaire Jason Blackwell, who's too busy with his secretary to remember her birthday or pull her from a car wreck. When Emily discovers her husband bought jewelry for another woman and built his empire on her family's name, she walks away with their son and reclaims the identity she left behind. Now the heiress has returned, and Jason's about to learn that the woman he discarded was always the most dangerous player in the game. Watch him lose everything while she wins it all back—with interest.

Calliste, 19, lives in front of the house of her mother. Her parents had separated and started new families. Emma, Calliste's mother, manipulates her into leaving her father's home with promises of a college education. Emma secretly intends to exploit Calliste for financial gain. Emma, a maid for the billionaire Leone family, discovers Stefan, their son, is returning home. She forces Calliste to work at the Leone estate, instructing her to seduce Stefan. Emma aims to exploit the Leones' wealth, particularly since Isla, her 7-year-old daughter, requires urgent heart surgery. Calliste reluctantly complies, pretending not to know Emma. Her kindness and charm easily captivate Stefan. As their relationship deepens, Calliste genuinely falls for Stefan, unaware of her true feelings. Stefan proposes marriage, gaining his parents' approval. However, Emma's true intentions resurface, urging Calliste to secure the Leones' fortune. Stefan discovers Calliste's initial deception and, heartbroken, distances himself. Calliste, now genuinely in love, is left heartbroken. A month later, Calliste learns she's pregnant with Stefan's child, further complicating their tangled web of love, deception, and desire.

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

Fantassia was so inlove with her bestfriend since they were just a kids, so inlove that she could give her precious gem, her virginity, to her only bestfriend once they grew up and when they turned in a legal age. Even they were just a kids she knew to herself that she really love him, she promised to herself that she would do everything for him. One day he told her to wait for him because he has something to say, she's waiting for him to their favorite place to play. She's ready to confess her feelings towards him and she knew he's feeling the same way, she's just waiting for him to confessed too. She's patiently waiting for him until dusk when her mother came out of nowhere telling to her that her bestfriend, Callan, and his family left the country. After that day she cried her heart out and she started to loathe and hate him, he made her feel stupid and she felt humiliated in front of everyone for waiting like a pathetic kid. Since then, she promised to herself again that she will forget him and her feelings for him. Years had been past Fantassia grew up into a fine and gorgeous lady that every men would do anything just to get her attention, but the old Fantassia who's sweet and caring to everyone was gone. The new Fantassia is a difficult person to deal with, she's so hard to please and a high-standard woman.

After five years of marriage, Zac Saunders felt the need to protect his son with his mistress. Not only did he pressure me into terminating the pregnancy, but he also conspired with the board of directors to remove me from my position as vice president. He held Jemma Jacobs close, wearing a wicked grin."Samantha Lewis," he sneered, "since you won't obey...""...Jemma take your place from now on," he continued.I pushed his hand away, pulling Jemma in front of me. Ignoring her struggles, I firmly grabbed her hair and forced her to tilt her head back."Come on," I urged, "tell him, who do you belong to?"

The moment I was born, I took her life. They called me a murderer. Marcus used to burn me with cigarette butts, and Dad would say it was my fate. “You’re a curse. If you had any conscience, you’d have gone to join Mom a long time ago to repay what you owe.” When Marcus was diagnosed with kidney failure, that same cold, distant father knelt in front of me. “Please… save him…” I put my hand on Dad’s shoulder. “Dad, I’ll do the surgery. But can you promise me one thing?” Dad performed the surgery himself. It was a success. He saved the son he loved most and took the life of the daughter he hated. But after I died, Dad turned himself in to the police, and Marcus lost his mind.

"I assure, all those who dared to mock me will soon regret it, especially you, my dear ex-husband!" Samantha Swan, a 24 years old young woman, orphaned and working as a waitress, found herself pregnant by Marcus Johnson, a billionaire known for his arrogance, ruthlessness, and icy heart. Her life turned into a living nightmare when she was coerced into marrying him for the sake of their unborn child. She never experienced love, only enduring abuse at the hands of Marcus and her mother in-law, until one fateful day when she could bear it no longer. She made the courageous decision to escape, even though she was pregnant. She had reached her breaking point. Realizing that she would rather be a single mother, raising her child alone, than endure the pain inflicted upon her by her husband and mother in-law under the same roof, Samantha took a leap of faith. One day, as fate would have it, she collapsed on the road, only to awaken in a grand and opulent mansion, standing before a bearded and elderly man seated in a wheelchair. "Glad you're awake, my daughter," he said with a smile. From that day forward, Samantha discovered that she was the long-lost daughter and the sole heir of the Trillionaire, Zeus Monte Verde.

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

On our wedding night, my fiancé's best friend barged into our room for the third time, claiming a wedding prank. Having had enough, I warned Sam Whitman that if we didn't consummate our marriage that night, it was as good as over. He glanced at my half-unbuttoned dress and dismissed my words as a tantrum. Then Candace Lombard stormed in for the ninth time, ripped off the covers, and livestreamed our intimate moments. Sam merely pushed me aside and told me to be understanding. She climbed into our bed, smirking as she claimed the spot between us. "Wedding night prank? I get it," I grinned, leaning into her livestream camera. "Alright, everyone, fire up those donations! I'm about to let my husband take a mistress live. Let's make it a show!"

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?