Novel & Cerita Hotline Prank

“I’m sorry. I almost got out of hand.” “They were on drugs! You couldn’t have reasoned with them.” That wasn’t the point, he wanted to say, but he didn’t. They still had payphones in the park for emergencies, a fact he was glad of. On one, he placed a call to 911 and gave a fake name and number. They always wanted to know who was calling, a nuisance to him and his friends when they wanted to handle the low lives of society. He explained to Bonnie that they should take the subway. “Taking a cab can be traced. I don’t need the attention.”

“What and who are you?” She asked observing that the caller had a private ID. “Is this Callie?” “No! It's not!” Emily almost yelled. “Sorry, wrong number, I’m really sorry, whoever this is. It's a prank call for someone else, sorry once again” replied the caller. “Yeah, how about you silly kids be a bit more careful about the number you dial next time!” Emily rasped with annoyance before ending the call rapidly. And heaving a sigh of relief.

I stared at the numbers, a cold dread pouring through my veins. The thugs. The men my mother owed. The people who had made my life a living, breathing hell before I escaped to New York. "You aren't answering that," Iris stated. It wasn't a question. He had noticed the immediate shift in my posture, his dark eyes locked onto my phone. "It's probably just spam," I lied, my voice shaking slightly. "Telemarketers spoof local area codes all the time to get you to pick up." I didn't answer it. I let it ring until the screen finally went black. I reached out with a trembling hand, flipped the phone face down on the counter, and stared blindly at the wall.

With a cold snort, Allen Prince dialed the phone again. His phone call was the first disciple of a peerless expert in the world. Beep, beep, beep! However, no one answered. After a while, a voice finally came from the other end of the phone. "No one answered the phone you dialed for the time being. Please call later." Bang! Allen Prince was so angry that he threw the phone to the ground. "It's impossible. It's impossible!" Allen Prince roared in a low voice. Like a cornered beast, he dialed the phone again.

I ask "You still remember Capt'n Crunch?" "Yes?" "Now with blue boxing, you also send tones through the phone. Kokey managed to make free phone calls by exploiting Telkom's toll-free numbers. And he has places like the government, CSIR, weather bureau, Pick 'n Pay, Olivetti and Standard Bank's systems hacked." "And other hackers from here?" I ask

One could immediately see the hotline number as of course, it was being highlighted to not to be forgotten by anyone. “Hello?” a woman spoke at the other line. “Hi, this is Quianna and can I speak to Mr. Lee?” I politely said to her. “Ms. Quianna, please hold on a bit. I will connect you with his line.” She answered to me. “Alright.” I plainly answered and waited for him to answer the call. “Quianna! I did not expect that you would ask for my help that quick.” He jokingly said to me and I just chuckles.

He didn’t deserve one. His message had the warmth of a parking ticket. Maybe this was the real Ashton Laurent—zero charm, full corporate robot. I was about to put my phone away when it rang. Unknown number. Could’ve been a scam call. More likely Rhys Granger again. I hung up instantly and blocked the number. Next morning, I took half a day off just to drop the damn jacket off at Laurent Global Holdings.

He was about to start work when he saw the mailbox flashing. He opened the window and found a message with no sender and no subject line had just arrived. The mobile phone rang at that moment, the screen read 'unknown number.' A metallic, mocking voice spoke to him on the other end and said: "You'd better read the email that just came in, Mr. Carter." Not recognizing the person on the other end of the line, Adam asked who it was but got no reply. The communication was immediately cut off. Convinced it was a prank by one of his colleagues, Adam looked around for the culprit. Not a face was directed at him. Instead, everyone was focused on their PC. Sure that it was a prank on him, he was abou

Thankful that her smartphone had the option, she quickly blocked the number, wishing that she could block every number from Nebraska. Once the number was blocked, she went in and cleared all of the missed calls. Then, still treating her phone as if it was contaminated, she plugged it in to charge and flipped off the light on the nightstand next to her bed. She was hopeful that the darkness would block both the view and the memories. "Are you busy?" she asked, using the IAC to contact Aaron, wishing she had taken the time to mention this insane prank caller to him the day before. "While I'm never too busy for you, we are in the brief before the hunt. Everything okay?" he replied after about a

$7,000,000 withdrawn. What the— Then a new message pops up. DO NOT PICK UP UNLESS NECESSARY: ‘Pick up the damn phone before I turn you into a beggar.’ I scoff, half-laughing. The name flashes under his contact. With a deep, venom-laced sigh, I swipe to answer.