Prank Hot Line Novels & Stories

“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.

I dashed out the door, grabbed the phone, and saw that someone was calling. From an unknown phone number. "Hello? Who's there?" and "Can you hear me?" I asked hesitantly but there was no voice on the other end. "Hello?" Is this some sort of joke? Sometimes someone plays pranks on the phone, and other times it has to do with international scams. "Hello?" I thought I heard a voice from there. It sounded like the voice of a young woman. It's upbeat and joyful. "Hello, what can I do for you?"

Ark nodded his head and walked away. I entered my car, tossed the gun into the passenger seat and I opened my laptop. The call from Diana's deceased mother had been something more sinister than a prank. I was tracking the number and it led me to find that somehow, someone had purchased the number and then used it to call Diana… But they had also found a prerecorded call and they had played it out. Diana's mother was dead but this prankster was walking free and it made my skin itch.

she joked, I hummed and left the restroom. I was definitely being pranked and it stopped being funny a while ago. I stared at the message on my phone again. A shiver went down my spine. ‘The kiss of death', what kind of sick game was this 'D' playing at? How did this person even get my phone number in the first place? I knew that I shouldn't have befriended the popular crowd and now they were going to frame me for murder. Puta madre! A frustrated groaned left my lips. I am not going to jail for something that I didn't do.

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

If it weren't for me, Andy wouldn't have to sleep in parks or contract such a terrible illness… But then again, why was Andy hanging out with them? Sunny then sent me another text: [Don't you want the truth? Check out this livestream and you'll understand.] I stared at the link I didn't recognize, but quickly tapped on it with a trembling finger before I knew it. [Welcome to the World of Pranks! Our current prankster is Andy Lawson, and his victim is Jane Smith!] There was a small line underneath: [One month left!]

she answered the phone. “Hello” this time a woman’s shy voice could be heard. “Yes, who’s on the line, please?” she politely asked. “Is this the hotline on how to make babies? I really wanted to have a child but I’m not capable” the woman on the line replied shyly. “I’m sorry miss, you got the wrong number” still she politely replied before hanging up the phone. That’s odd. What’s up with making babies? “Another prank call?” Mark somehow knew based on her reaction.

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?

"Well, maybe a little" "You should understand I can't let you crush my reputation cupcake. I worked for it." "The only thing you do is to prank people and ruin their lives" "First, you make it sound like I murdered their entire family. I'm not ruining their lives, I'm making them popular." Is he really this dumb? "That's not the type of popular people want." "Well, you don't always get what you want" "You know what, just drop it" "So you're not planning on pranking me back?"

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".