Prank Hot Line Novels & Stories

Although she wants to dance in the middle, the floor felt so narrow with this ocean of people that she just settled on the space she reached. "Girl!" A man in front of her called. She was already dancing; her hips are swaying from side-to-side as she lifted her hands to the air. "Why did you drink so hard? You are losing your mind! It was not our goal for tonight!" Dalmi opened her eyes and saw Jackie shielding her from the people around her. She smiled. "Jackie! Let's call off the prank. You know, he doesn't want to play. Let's pick another man–oh! Hello, Sir!" Dalmi smirked at the man from earlier.

Kelly rushes over taking the call without checking the caller ID. “Yes," she answered and waited patiently for her speaker to say something or state the reason for their call, but nothing came from the other end. “Hello.. hello” she called out yet again but the line was dead silent. Prank calls were not something she frequently got but connected with the mafia, nothing is ever a prang. “If you have nothing to say I will hang up” she threatened but no words came yet again. She was tired and did as promised. She walked back to the balcony taking the phone with her this time around. Days have passed since she was last touched.

There was a soft chuckle on the other line. Panic started to rise. There was something wrong with this call. I have had prank callers before but nothing so personal has ever been stated before. “I repeat in case you are hard of hearing. Who is this?” Now I was pissed. I was never a victim and never plan on being one.

Right on cue, his assistant popped the car trunk and came back with a huge gift bag. Inside? Premium chocolates, and lots of them. "Dang," someone whispered. "Just this must've cost a ton." "He's so put-together, and she's gorgeous. Total power couple." "She wasn't lying. Who's the clown that called her a side piece?" The crowd turned, no longer here for the drama—now they wanted answers. Bruce saw it coming and bolted, which only made him more obvious. "That guy!" someone shouted. "He called the bride a side piece on their marriage registration day! Nearly caused a huge mess!"

"Stop it guys, it's not funny anymore. I dislike being pranked!" The warning did not scare whoever was on the other line because he laughed evilly and I imagined him to have red horns on both sides of his head. I shook the thought out of my head and hung up. Who did he think he was to be pranking me with stupid calls? He better not call me back. Suddenly, my phone started ringing in my hand again and it was that same unknown caller ID. I took the call with a bile rising up my throat. "What do you want?!" I growled.

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.

Goose pimples broke out on my skin and I became suddenly scared. "Oga, abeg dem don kidnap madam, make you try come save am. Them go kill am, make you hurry." (Sir, your mother has been kidnapped. They want to kill her, hurry). And the line went dead. Wait, what? Did I just hear correctly? I called the number again, but it was switched off. Is this some kind of sick joke? Who the hell would want to play a prank on me this way? I called mother's number again with shaky hands --- over and over again, but this time, I kept getting the same response; switched off!

What was going on? My grip tightened around the phone as if holding it harder would force the numbers to change. But they didn’t. They stayed there, unmoving, unchanging. A shaky laugh escaped my lips, breathless and in disbelief. “This… this doesn’t make sense.” I said, shaking my head. My coworkers exchanged looks among themselves. “Is this some sort of prank, guys? If it is, it is really sick.” I added, hoping one of them would spill that they were pranking me.

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.

Henry August scratched his head while pondering in his mind and said, "No idea. Could it be that it is from our enemy? Maybe our enemy planned to trap us." Daniel Brooke shrugged in frustration. "As of now, we have to play along. We will withdraw the money tomorrow morning, but we have to be more careful." They sat down on the sofa and started discussing how to deal with this situation. At that time Henry August received a call, and he answered, "Hello." After hearing something from the other end, he nodded and responded shortly, "Okay." "This phone call came from an area around a graveyard, and as usual the number is switched off now. It is also registered in fake ID. Usually, these things