Hotline Prank Novels & Stories

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?

That's it, I'm dead. I was having the bad feeling the prank wars thing was going to be the worst experience. Why? Good question. It was a lovely afternoon. I was sitting on the couch and watching my favorite TV series while eating food from that popular Chinese restaurant downtown. Yeah, Dylan got it for me and of course, it tasted like heaven. Moving on, I heard the doorbell and Dylan offered to get it, which was so responsible of him if I might add. The delivery man was at the door with dye, itching powder, explosives, radioactive waste, paint and fire crackers.

Is it only right to get myself associated with them? Will I live? Or will I die? The thoughts instantly vanished from my mind as soon as I heard my phone rung. An unregistered number is calling me. Who is this? With hesitations, I still answered the call. “Hello?” I greeted. “…” “Hello? Who’s this?” I waited for a few more seconds but got no reply. The other line ended the call. What was that? A prank call? Is it still a thing up to these days? Or maybe, maybe it was from IV or whoever it might be that’s under La Resistencia. The thoughts gave me creeps.

I frowned when I saw the unknown number calling my phone. “H-Hello?” answer on the other line. There was silence for a few seconds. I'm annoyed because it doesn't even answer the line, I've said hello several times, still nothing. "HELLO? IS THIS A PRANK CALL? IF IT'S A PRANK CALL FIND YOUR MATRITRAPAN! I DON'T-” I was cut off when the person on the other line spoke. I was horrified to hear his familiar voice. My blood warmed immediately because of his laughter.

That was written. "Again these scams are not getting off me, " Faith got irritated. And at another moment, she got a phone call. " Just give me one sec," she said and walks out to hear the call. " Hello, who is there?" She asks and a make voice comes. " Hello, Ms. Anderson here?" He asks. "Yes," she said. "Hello, Ms. Anderson, we are looking for you, we have mailed you numerous times but you are not paying any heed," he said.

His phone rang twice before he finally picked. “Hello”, Daniel said over the phone. “Hello Mr. Vuitton”, Kelly said, faking an accent. Daniel paused for a few minutes before replying back. “If it is not Kelly Parker trying to fake an accent”, Daniel replied back. “What!”, "How did you know that it was me?”, Kelly asked with surprise. “oh it’s easy. You called me with my company’s line which is tracked and monitored.”, Daniel replied “Monitored?”, Kelly asked with curiosity.

It was the Federal Trade Commission hotline for reporting business violations. “Hello, I’d like to report a case. Mommy Maternity Store. The owner is guilty of sexual harassment, tax evasion, and illegally selling adult products, along with sketchy maternity items. I already have the evidence—” Before I could finish speaking to the person on the phone, Chuck rushed toward me. He grabbed my phone out of my hand and smashed it hard against the floor. The screen shattered instantly. “How dare you?!” He reached out to grab me furiously.

Finally, my eyes got heavier and I was beginning to drift off to sleep, then my phone started to ring. My heart leaped hoping it would be Kaden but when I picked up my phone, it was an unknown number. Who would be calling me at this hour? I furrowed my brows as I answered. Immediately, a robotic voice sounded from the other end. "This call is from an inmate at August correctional centre. This call is subject to monitoring and recording. Inmate, Peter Hastings would like to accept the charges for this collect call. To accept the charges, press 1. To refuse the call, hang up or press 2."

] A hotline number was included. I looked at the post, and a bold idea came into my mind. Would this be a trap or a solution? Anyway, it would not harm me if I just called anonymously, right? I picked up the phone and dialed the number. After three rings, there was a click indicating it was received, but followed by silence. I almost changed my mind and hung up, but a second later, I heard a deep, masculine voice with slight irritation. "Who is this?" For some reason, just the sound of his voice made me feel hot.

It may be a blessing ni disguise that I can actually make a revenge on those very mean people. Just as I was thinking of those people, my phone suddenly rang. I got the phone out of my bag thinking it must be Provi. However, I noticed it was an unregistered number. I don;t usually like talking to strangers and I don't like this kind of prank from my friends. I pressed the END CALL button. After placing the phone on the table top, it rang again. At the back of my mind, if this person thinks that it's important, he or she should send me a message. Beeeep. Pick up the good da** call!