Prank Hot Line Novels & Stories

"Penelope, for your 100th prank, I'm betting on my life!" My phone was immediately flooded with calls and messages from Penelope. The crash of EB5882 was completed.

The voice of a lady resonates through the earpiece. "I got a message from this number." "I'm sorry, you got the wrong person." The lady says and hangs up immediately without any further word from us both. The minutes stretch into an agonizing wait, each passing second laden with anticipation. Finally, a reply appears on the screen, unraveling the tension. "Just kidding! It's a prank," it reads. "A prank? Is this a joke?" Relief washes over me, and Luciano offers a reassuring smile. "See? Just someone with too much time on their hands," he says, attempting to ease the residual tension.

"Yeah. I recall. I gave it to you and forgot about it." "Well, Hunt. You didn't respond to their calls and they tried calling the backup number on the ticket which was mine. Are you ready to hear this?" I laughed. "What? Did I win something?" I was a hundred and one percent sure Hannah was pranking me, along with Fred who was surely sitting there beside my sister orchestrating this entire prank. "Drum roll!" she said excitedly. "Take a deep breath and slowly let it go. You're not going to believe this."

Everyone said we were a perfect match, like a blade and its sheath. We had exchanged rings. The wedding was set for early spring the following year. Everything should have gone smoothly. Yet, staring at the bright “Cancel” button on the screen, I suddenly remembered his words. “A prank.” An overwhelming sense of exhaustion crawled up from my bones. I suddenly felt tired.

I know this is going to sound stupider than I want it to. “It’s how we used to entertain ourselves when we weren’t hacking. There are these computer programs where you can record sound clips from movies, right? Then you make prank calls to people and hold entire conversations with clips from Kindergarten Cop or The Godfather or whatever. Mailin and I used to do it to each other all the time. Like… dueling celebrity prank phone calls, but just the two of us.” Grant stares at me with something like dawning horror and disgust.

I said, then I heard some noises on the other line. "Hey, if you're just pulling a prank on me, I'm telling you, I don't have time to waste for your goddamn prank." I said, and was about to end the call but I heard another laughter from the other line. "Hey! I don't have time to joke around with you!" I shouted. So, this shit is joking around with me, huh? “I'm not informed that I am a clown now, huh?” I said sarcastically. I was about to speak when he suddenly turned off the call. What — what a fool!

I could even bet on it. “And in three, two, one.” My phone began to ring and I grinned as her caller ID popped up on my screen. It was show time. “Who the hell is this?” “Wow Claire, that's rude, even for you” There was silence on the other end of the line as if she was trying to register who was talking. “Monica?” “The one and only.” “I had no idea you had resorted to childish pranks. This isn't your usual style. Are you losing your flair now?”

Under Martha's soothing, near hypnotizing voice, and magical finger I fell into a deep slumber quickly. ************ "Hello," I answered and waited for the caller to respond from the other side of the line but the only sound I heard was snuffling. "Hello, who's this," I called out again. Still no answer. It further added to my annoyance. First, this person called me at midnight now isn't bothering to speak. Is this some prank? But who would prank me? "Hope," A familiar voice spoke from the other side of the phone making me almost forget to breathe.

I tried to if I have seen something like this but there was nothing mentioned apart from the phone number. I quickly searched for the name online. There wasn't really any information. After searching on different sites I found a review about this company by an anonymous person. "A very realistic and steamy play" the review read. The review got me really curious so I dialed up the number on the card. The call was picked by a female. "Hello, Thanks for calling. How can I help you?" the voice answered. "Umm... Hey hi, I would like to know the charges for all the services you offer," I said pretending to already know about them.

“You have my phone." I breathe heavily and mentally chanted to myself that I need to relax because it’s only going to give me pimples. I should not waste much time on people who has absolutely no plans in life but to prank call someone this late. “Hello?” I hear him calling out. I breathe out through my parted lips, "Is this some kind of a prank call because I am literally not buying it." I arch my eyebrow at no one. "As much as I want this to be a prank but it's actually not." He answers, calmly again.