Prank Text Novels & Stories

Ofc, Dzuh. After I texted Stenzie, I texted Beau. I decided to prank him. Me: Beau, Dad said don’t come here anymore. After a minute he replied, Beauden: Huh? What the fuck? I just woke up. Why? Did he say the reason? I swear, is this about the shoes you bought? Me: Just kidding, I’ll wait for u hahahhahaha, love you baby! Good morning:(( Beauden:

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

Nothing worked. I decided to text Bradley. [Brad, do you know Kendall's birth date?] There was no response for quite a long time. I kept calling Bradley's phone repeatedly until he finally replied. [Are you crazy? Calling me in the middle of the night just to ask that?] [You're fired! Calling your CEO crazy? Hurry up and find out!] I laughed out loud, satisfied with pranking Bradley. Soon, a message from Bradley came in with Kendall's birth date. ‘W-what? May 8th? That's today.’

“Pay us our money! Pay us our money!” After our protest for the day was over, I heard I heard my phone go ‘ding’. A notification box popped up on my screen. It was a message from an unknown number. The text read “Hi”. With my curiosity piqued, I tapped on the profile picture and lo and behold, the hazel eyed boy with his basalt jaw. “This is Scott,” another text showed. Questions swirling in my mind. How did he get my number? With my fingers dancing across the screen, I typed quickly, “are you stalking me? How do you have my phone number?”

I exclaimed in shock. “Tell me who the f**k you are and why do you have Randall’s phone!” I texted back again, this time, shivering in anxiousness. The blue tick appeared again and just when I thought I’d be ignored, I saw the typing sign pop up on my screen. ‘What the actual f**k?!’

A text would be better at this point so I opened my iMessage and imputed her number. "Hey Maya, meet me at Charlis':,-)" I sent the message hoping she would read it and maybe consider it. "Who the hell are you?" She texted back almost immediately. I couldn't tell her my identity yet so I decided to play anonymous guy. "How about you know in Charlis' " I sent another text, I invited her to Charlis' since it was a really busy restaurant that she should feel safe in. "Look here, I'm busy and I don't have time for pranks" she texted back, I felt like this wasn't going smoothly and I decided to give it one more shot.

"If you won't talk to me then at least eat." Adam sighed, dropped the menu and reached for his meal. The second course came not so long afterwards. My phone pinged again just as I made it to eat and I swallowed a moan of disbelief. Who the hell was texting me? Irritated, I yanked out the device and opened the message. "Well well, look who has forgotten all about me. Going around, prancing with the big boy are you? While I'm stuck here?" I frowned. Was this a prank or some shit? Who could send me such messages? Another message dropped from the same number.

she joked, I hummed and left the restroom. I was definitely being pranked and it stopped being funny a while ago. I stared at the message on my phone again. A shiver went down my spine. ‘The kiss of death', what kind of sick game was this 'D' playing at? How did this person even get my phone number in the first place? I knew that I shouldn't have befriended the popular crowd and now they were going to frame me for murder. Puta madre! A frustrated groaned left my lips. I am not going to jail for something that I didn't do.

Group chat in F******k and non-stop messages. — Little niece to take care of Captain Paul’s hard work, please accept red envelopes. — Little niece to take care of Captain Paul's hard work, please accept red envelopes. — Little niece to take care ofCaptain Paul's hard work, please accept red envelopes. — Little niece to take care ofCaptain Paul's hard work, please accept red envelopes. …… Someone else sends you lucky money, it's difficult to control yourself not to open it, red envelopes $10 of "Firefighters are good at catching cats" also worked Fiona startle.

I ask trying to hide the anger in my voice. I didn't get to visit mom, because that bastard drags me out of the hospital. Ugh, I'm so pissed with him right now. He tilted his head getting a better look at me before saying two words that shocked me to the core, "marry me." My eyes widen in shock, shock that I thought that I heard wrong but I didn't he said the words I never wanted to hear a man tell me. "What?" I ask in a low shocked voice. "I want you to become, my fake girlfriend and of course we'll have a fake marriage too," He said like he wasn't asking but demanding me to be his fake girlfriend, then being his fake wife.