Prank Hot Line Novels & Stories

Zack's Pov. I'm home from school now. What my monkey friends make me do is tiring. They said they wanted me to prank Angel with my stretches and also to show him my sweetness. Suppose I pretend to be sweet to her hmm. If there was no real punishment, I wouldn't do that because I know that woman likes me and I don't like her. Then they say that I will dance on the ground naked when I don't do that. ***** I called Zyrone first to find out when I would stop what they were doing. It was annoying

My trembling fingers moved across the keypad and dialed 911. The moment the call connected, I tried desperately to choke back my sobs, but my throat was so tight it throbbed with pain. "911, what is the emergency?" "I want to report a crime! There’s... there’s a prank gift in my house but I think it’s a real human hand..." The words had barely left my mouth when the sheer terror of the situation truly hit me. My voice shook violently and my tongue felt so knotted that it took me a good while just to explain what was happening.

“What are you talking about?” Terence tossed his phone at me. “Quit playing dumb.” I took the phone and saw a post made at midnight: [Please Do Not Prank Call the Emergency Hotline.] The entire post was written from ‘my’ point of view, complaining about how Sadie deliberately stayed silent on call to wrongfully occupy the emergency hotline. It was an emotional post, and it was trending thanks to furious netizens reposting it and filling the comments section with comments taking ‘my’ side. Some netizens even found Sadie’s personal information and doxxed her address.

I opened my phone when a message came in from a private number, "Xavier's mom will meet someone tomorrow at Reign Mall at 3:40 pm, make sure to be there on time and that will be your first clue." Was this some sort of prank? How is it even possible? I dialed a friend's number who worked in the airport and she picked up the fourth ring. "Hey Skylar, can you please do me a favor?" I asked over the phone. "What favor Madi, anything for you, "Skylar's sweet voice said through her phone. "I would like to check Mrs. Anita Williams' travel history in and out of the country," I asked, Skylar sighed over the phone.

Since this my number is not connected to my F******k account so I know he can't find me there, he now knows my name but there are hundreds of Rose on F******k. *I can track you down as well you know?* I said hoping to threaten him too. *This my number is not registered in any social platform so good luck with that* He replied and he was right, even true caller didn't show his name. Earlier tonight I was heartbroken now I am scared that my name will be sullied by the public, can I stand the disgrace, what will my religious mother think. *How will I trust you won't request for more after the one night* I texted.

It was my weakness, sweet and cold on a hot day. The guys were friendly and always remembered my order and my name after the first week. "The strawberry girl," Mike called me one time, handing over the cone with a wink. I laughed, felt a little flutter in my stomach, and went home thinking about how cute he was. One Friday the heat was unbearable. The sun had been beating down all day, and by the time I got off work around six, the park was almost empty. I walked over anyway, craving something cold. The truck was still there, music off now. Mike leaned out the window when he saw me coming.

I was convinced it was a tech-savvy voice-phishing scammer who was manipulating my voice. For all these years, my life was simple and happy. I had a daily routine. Moreover, my daughter, Olivia Sacks, was safe and well at home, and there was nothing amiss with her even after I left. This was such an ordinary day. How could my daughter possibly die? After simmering down, I wanted to hang up the call and ring Olivia up once again. Right at this moment, the person on the other end of the call said urgently, "I can prove to you that I am not just running my mouth. Liv is truly in danger!"

Because aside from too many people, there's a lot of couples dating out there too. She kept on driving without any destination in mind when suddenly, her phone rang. Her brows furrowed upon seeing the unregistered number. She was hesitating to answer it but it kept on ringing, seemingly the caller didn't have any plan to stop. Sighing in defeat, she finally answered it in speaker mode. “Who's this?” she asked curiously. “Hello, Carmina Nam,” a familiar man's voice entered her ears. Carmina narrowed her eyes and her mood became more irritated. She was never a fan of any pranks and it makes her blood boil whenever she sees someone doing that to others. And to receive such a prank call from a p

On the third day after receiving our college acceptance letters, the most popular student in school, Natalie Simmons, proposes something in our class group chat. "We're all adults now, and we've already been accepted into college. We should do something exciting before the semester begins. Let's put on a show and stage a fake bank heist. It'll be fun." In my last life, I make 23 phone calls in a row and confiscate every prop they plan to use. No one gets hurt. But Natalie becomes the target of criticism from parents and teachers. She sinks into depression and eventually jumps into a lake. The entire class blames me and hates me. At our graduation dinner, they force a whole bottle of liqu

$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.