Novel & Cerita Prank Hot Line

Every single time, he received the same response—a robotic female voice that said, "The number you have dialed is currently out of the service area." He threw his phone to the floor, picked it up, then threw it down again. "Natalie Payton, where the fuck are you?" His enraged shout echoed in the empty yard, startling a few birds that had been resting on the walls into flight. Marissa strolled over to him at a leisurely pace, then bent down to pick up his phone. "Jamie, calm down. Maybe Nat went to a friend's house or a hotel. It's not the first time she's pretended to go missing."

But several times she tried, he didn't pick up the phone. “Come on, Prav! Pick up the phone!" Zoya still kept trying but in vain. On the other side, Praveen looked surprised that another new number had entered his phone. Why were there so many numbers calling him today? Once a call came in from Zoya, it was suspicious. Finally, he ignored the incoming call. At home, Zoya doesn't lose her mind. She immediately wrote a WA message. “Prav, It's me, Zoya! It is my other number. Sunil took my phone. If you get a call from that number, please don't pick it up because it could be Sunil and his people who will trap you!”

“We will protect you and Noah. She cannot touch you trust me.” Desmond and Shawn utter the same sentiments, but deep down inside I feel like I am spiralling. She wants me to leave town like I did ten years ago. “That’s not all, guys,” I say. They explode in profanities. I have to reduce the volume so Noah cannot hear. “The last caller was another person entirely and we haven't had any luck tracing them “ They are all quiet for a short while absorbing all the news.… Shawn speaks first. “Since you got the new line I gave you, have you received any prank calls?”

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!

I looked at my phone but I didn't recognize the number calling me. “Hello,” I said. I listened but no one answered, instead I heard someone breathing. “Who’s this?” I asked. Still no answer, I was about to ask who was on the other line again but the line already went dead. I hate people doing prank calls, but it was nothing new. I tried to go back to sleep but ended up watching something on TV instead. As soon as I saw the crack of dawn I started moving to make sure I was not going to be late on my first day back to work.

My best friend, Jolyn Jones, called me while I was at work. "Help! S-Someone's about to v-violate me! Petra, please help me!" Panic shot through me. I immediately dropped a crucial project and called the police. Then, with an officer close beside me, I raced to the address Jolyn had sent, nearly tripping over my own feet along the way. Suddenly, two loud pops erupted behind us, and confetti rained down. Jolyn jumped out from around the corner with my boyfriend, Will Curry. "Surprise! That's the hundredth time we've managed to prank you, P!" I stared at them in disbelief. "What the hell? You thought sexual violence was appropriate material for a prank?!" The officer looked equally furio

Just ten digits. Her heart began beating faster. “Okay,” she muttered under her breath, forcing herself upright. “Let’s see who you really are.” She opened her laptop and typed the number into a search engine. Nothing. No results. No business listing. No social media. No records at all. Her brows furrowed. “That’s impossible.” Everyone had something online. Everyone left traces. She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives.

with such a huge loss they have put me through, it would seem difficult that I can make a comeback from this. When the three saw a slight smirk appear on Zane's face, they grew enraged and Mr. Kiyoshi demanded, “What the hell is so funny, Mr. Grimes?” “We all are being pranked,” Zane said without hesitation, and although it seemed to throw everyone off track momentarily, they recovered quickly. “Excuse me? What do you mean?” Mr. Bradley asked, crossing his arms. "I'm sorry if that offended you,” Zane apologized, “but whoever made that call to you was not authorized by me. Did they even tell you their name?”

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t

Seeing that Jimmy was getting a little nervous, Charlie smiled and assured him, "Please, you have nothing to worry about. No one's going to do anything to you, but if you feel threatened in any way, you can call the cops. The Oskian emergency hotline is 110, by the way."