Prank Text Novels & Stories

He said laughing "I thought you were angry," I asked "I was just doing shakara(forming)," He said still laughing "Gosh you are so unbelievable," I said slapping my forehead. Really can't believe it was a prank "I got you," He said while I rolled my eyes "Anyways am sorry. Lunch on me," I said "That sounds better, where are you?" He asked "At home, am on night duty," I replied "Okay dear, see you at lunch," "Yeah, will text the address to you," "Okay babe." He said finally while I hung the call

Justin's POV My phone lit up again, this time a text from an unknown number: "End this nonsense. It's getting hella ridiculous." I stared at the message, a flicker of annoyance crossing my face. "Some idiot," I muttered to Jaden, showing him the text and then deleting it immediately. "Probably a prank." Jaden shrugged, his eyes glistening in amusement. "Always someone trying to get your attention, huh? They can’t seem to get enough of you.”

And, what the fuck does it mean by this text? "Who are you?" I asked the sender. "Someone just like you." was all the sender answered and then blocked me. "What the fuck?" I cursed under my breath as I looked at the message and called one of my men to look into this for me. Whoever it is, is going to pay even if he/she is just joking or pranking around.

I sighed with relief, watching them start yapping again like a flock of excited geese as we eventually started visiting store after store, trying on various outfits and creating general havoc wherever we went. I was casually staring at a cute-looking pink dress that was on display in the window of a store, failing to realize that I had fallen behind when the short buzz of my phone vibrating in the back pocket of my jeans abruptly drew my attention, making me quickly pull it out to check it. There was a single message from an unknown number, simply saying, "Boo." I stopped in my tracks, my brows furrowing as I stared at the message for a few seconds, trying to understand what kind of stupid p

Maaan! I looked around for my phone and walked straight to the window. I smiled when I saw a text he sent ten minutes ago. Cyrus: Call me and I'll come pick you up. I'm so sorry, baby. I died. Baby? Shit. That’s me. Ha! My cheeks were almost bursting. Me: I'm fine. It was a prank. They're not mad. Can you come back? Wait, mom said it was okay to be selfish. Me: Come back. I'll leave the window open for you.

For a short while, I could pretend I liked being lazy and taken care of. Brandishing my phone from my pocket, I sent a text to a group chat consisting only of my sisters, which had been surprisingly quiet ever since the wedding day, and prayed one of them would respond. In a matter of seconds, all three of their names popped up and the buzzing began. I swallowed my deep yearning to see them again, and swiftly got into our conversation. \\\\\\\\\\////////// “Rose?” A voice was softly calling to me, but the recesses of my mind were so lost in a dream, I couldn’t respond to them. My eyes felt too heavy to open, my body paralysed in place.

"That you made up some fantasy affair with my husband. That you're sick enough to fake text messages. The message thread might have his name but it's not him. That you're so obsessed with him you—" "They're not fake." Trish moved closer, her movements slow and careful, like Prue was a wild animal that might bolt or attack. Her hands were out, palms up, placating. "I wish they were. God, I wish they were fake. But they're not. Check the number, Prue. Really check it. Look at it properly." Prue looked down at the phone in her shaking hands. Her vision was blurring with tears she refused to let fall, not yet, not in front of this woman. She pulled up the contact information for the number the m

What if he won’t answer my call? I was about to hang up the call but suddenly he answer it “hello” The first voice that I heard is North; now it is confirm that this is his number. But I didn’t speak because I am scared “hello?” He repeated, but still I didn’t spoke “bro, I think someone is pulling a prank on me” I rolled my eyes because of his conclusion, really? Prank? “North” they were all startled; the moment I spoke they all screamed “oh shit! Come on men, introduce yourself!”

About half an hour into class as I and Maria did our math together I received a text from an unknown number. What now! Unknown number: ‘Hello princess’ Me: ‘Who the hell are you?!’ Unknown number: ‘Now now princess let's not be rude’ Me: ‘I asked you a question didn't I and stop calling me princess’ Unknown number: ‘Let's play a little game’ Me: ‘I don't have time for games! Good bye!’ Unknown number: ‘My hot minty breath filled the sweet tingly taste of your neck my hand held you tightly as I gazed upon you brightly you'll be mine sooner than you think soon princess....very soon’

She thought it was just another long message from Johannes but then, she saw an unknown number. With her brows furrowed, she clicked the massage open. Suddenly, her heart pounded loud and fat. She already had a hunch about who it was, but she didn’t expect it to be this early. How could Carden Thompson have the guts to text her without feeling embarrassed and awkward? While he does everything to talk to her, she was having a hard time avoiding him. Unregistered Number: Hi! This is Carden. Do you have something to do today? I just want to have a small talk with you.