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This was the first time in ten years he had ever sent a message to the man. [Frank, even a prank has its limits. Please tell your actress not to waste her time. Even if she turns into ashes right in front of me, I will never give her the time of day again.] Someone in the group chat immediately sent a clapping emoji, and some even started setting off virtual fireworks to celebrate. [Greg, you’re awesome! That’s how a real man should act.] [Seeing this b*tch Luanne apologizing is so satisfying. Greg, you should have done this years ago.]

*Monday, 11:00 AM – Kael’s Office* After two hours of meetings, damage control plans and PR strategy, I finally got a moment alone in Kael’s office while he was on a conference call in the next room. My phone-the new private one-buzzed with a text from an unknown number that had somehow gotten through: *Saw the news. Looks like you landed on your feet after all. Or should I say, on your back? -N* Nash. Again. Another text, different number: The pack is laughing at you. They know you’re a fraud. Just like we always knew. -Mara* .

A text from an unknown number. “Looking for someone?”

My phone dung again. Unknown: “I can see you read my messages. Are you not going to talk to me?” Shit. Think of something to text back, I told myself. Me: “Sorry. I’m just getting home from shopping. Was hanging my dress up.” Unknown: “What does it look like? I can’t wait to see you in it!” (Wink face)

she says leading me to a weight scale. She does the full check in process and I get settled in. Dr. Ramirez usually makes me wait forever. I pull out my phone and scroll though my F******k laughing at stupid memes. When a text pops up at the top of my screen I roll my eyes. The text says image and it is from an unknown number. Greatttt. I open the image and choke a little. The boobs that meet my eyes, are ones I haven't seen before and they are nice. I refocus and send a text asking for the person's name.

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.

19:33 If you don't answer these texts imma flood your damn phone 19:33 You asked for it 19:33 ☺😊 😀😁 😂😃 😄😅 😇😉 😯😐 😑😕 😢😴 😮😣 😤😥 😦😨 😩😰 😟😱 😲😳 😶😞 😒😍 😛😜 😝😋 😙😘 😚😎

No one came. The crowd swelled. Phones were inches from my face. I kept backing up, dodging cameras, until I bumped into someone. "Sorry, I—" Before I could finish, strong hands landed on my shoulders. "I'm the one who should be sorry," said a familiar voice. "Sorry I'm late, babe. Traffic was hell."

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".

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?