Prank Text Novels & Stories

Then texts: “Please take your call. It was a prank. Everything—fake wedding card. No wedding. Nothing! What a brain buster! My hunger for that delicious meal disappeared like smoke.

"On April Fools' Day… Y-You said it was… okay to prank her… to teach her a lesson… she won't forget…" When James heard that, his grip loosened. Marissa was right. The night before we were supposed to depart, Marissa had sought him out, sweetly begging him to let her play a prank on me again since it was April Fools' Day tomorrow. She claimed that she was only planning on turning off my oxygen for a few seconds, just to give me a good scare. He was busy browsing documents at the time, so he didn't even bother raising his head as he responded with, "Do whatever you wish, just don't take things too far."

An unknown phone number flashes across the screen, and he nearly drops his phone like a hot potato when he reads the message. Hey Nolan, just about ready. Still interested in going to the movies tonight? He doesn't have to think hard, the memories of his drunken stupor from last night rushing back to him, remembering how after Noel left the party he drunk himself into a black out and did something utterly stupid. He took the number of Noel that her dad gave him when they first moved in and wanting to take out his anger on her – he faked a text as Nolan James, asking her out as a prank. He was so drunk; he didn't actually plan on doing it. But checking back through the message thread, the evi

I'm surprised this little shit knows about the probation deal. "If you're done, you can leave. I'll let him know you showed up. Is there a name I need to give him?" I pick at my nails, acting like I don't care. I don't, because there's nothing I've seen, nothing that remotely even supports the venom coming out of his mouth. It's pretty obvious, at least from someone who's been alone a long time, that Trick's been alone too. "G. You can remember it and scream it when he's making you come."

That is why we need to sell ourselves to get the sympathy of those upper classes and invest in our company. I walked down to the parking lot to get my black BMW car when suddenly my phone rang. I got a text message from an unknown number and when I read it, it says, Unknown Number: Hi I replied with Me: Who the fuck are you? because I am so pissed off. This should be some jerk or a prank text who doesn't have anything to do with life. I immediately opened it when my phone rang again, Unknown number: I'm your future husband. I was shocked when I read it, I almost dropped my phone.

He looks cute, I should take a picture and mock him for the rest of his life. I do exactly that, and it’s a brilliant picture. His mouth is half open and he looks so funny. My phone suddenly chimes again. I pick it up and it’s a text. From an unknown number. The same one from this morning. It reads: YOU DANCE WITH THE DEVIL, NOT KNOWING YOUR FEET ARE UPON HOT COALS. Wait a minute. That kind of sounds poetic, and poems usually always have some meaning behind them. Maybe these texts are not a prank, they could be warnings.

It was a text from an unknown number. Unknown Number: [Can we talk? No fights, no arguments. Just talk.]

I said to the person who was calling. “You have a nerve to suspend me!” He angrily said, which made me frown. “Who’s this?” I asked. So, he sarcastically laughed. I don’t know him because he is camouflaging his identity using a device to change his voice. “Secret!” He sarcastically said to me. “Look, whoever you are, can you please stop!” I angrily said to him, “Because if you won’t, I will sue you!” I warned, so he laughed loudly. Is this a prank?

" ' Who is pranking me and what will this person get from a prank like this?' ' It had to be a prank because I know the Browns can't think of harming me?' These thoughts and more ran through my mind and more. Then my phone rang and this jerk me to reality. Tony was calling and I guess he was what I needed. " Hello," I said into the phone and waited to hear his voice "I will be coming tomorrow," He said and I rolled my eyes. " Okay," I just said and went quiet. " Are you alright?" He asked, I curse for making myself so obvious to him. He noticed my mood and I didn't want him to know anything was going through my mind, and I don't want to discuss the text I received a while ago.

I opened my phone to find it was from an unknown number. "Weird" I said to myself and opened the message, not thinking anything of it. My eyes widened in confusion and fear at the content of the text message. Hi, Maya. You don't me but I know you. I have special information that I'm sure you'd like to know about. It's about your mother. If you want more information on her. Text me on here but it will cost you twenty thousand dollars. I read the message over and over again, sure that I was being pranked by some punk but the more I read it, the more confused I was.