Prank Text Novels & Stories

But then also, I can't even enjoy the attention I'm getting because, for some reason, the hairs at the base of my skull are standing on edge again. A text pings into my phone. Unknown Number: Get the fuck out of there. I stare at the words for a while and it takes me a moment to even understand what they mean... and then another to convince myself that it's all just a prank or a case of 'wrong numbers', because it simply makes no sense that something like that will be directed at me. Especially from an unsaved line. My dance partner doesn't even give me time to dwell on it. Soon, he's pulling me to the back of the club, for some more privacy, right about the same time another text drops on m

"Oh please. I'm everyone's type." If I chucked her out of the window and said it was an accident, would I be able to get away with it? Right as I had that thought, my phone pinged with a notification. I grabbed it and checked the message from an unknown number. I had to read it twice before my brain finally accepted what I was reading. "Your buddy's in trouble." "Who's this?" I texted back, confused. I wasn't in the mood for pranks. I was already in a foul enough mood as it was.

I shake my head, "Why are you acting like this wasn't your idea in the first place?" "I never sent you anything like that. Hold on, let me check." He opens the messaging app and scrolls to my name. "Have you found it? I told you I wasn't lying. Are you already that old that you're forgetting things?" I laugh. "Tina... I think one of my friends sent you this as a prank." He says quietly as he checks the message. "What?! Someone else sent me that? Not you Hans?" I ask in shock. His friend played a joke on me? I feel like a complete fool. I was so desperate for the money that I fell for it...

“There was an attempted break-in at the store at 7:00am…. “ They are all shocked into silence pondering over the attempted break-in. The silence seems too prolonged so I pick up my phone and send a funny video to all three of them. I smirk I know it's not the right time, but my sense of humor is dark at times. Brandon tenses beside me while both men on the screen get visibly upset. I turn over the camera to show them Noah sitting beside us watching cartoons. “Language, men,” I say, and Brandon snickers. “Aaliyah, this is no time to joke,” Desmond says. “He knew what he was doing, the time is perfect,” Shawn adds. “I just want him found,” Brandon says. “As you ponder over that, there is still

Alone! My brows knitted in confusion. Huh? What kind of sick joke is this? Where did this message come from? It's the first time I've received a message like this. Who is the person behind this prank? The audacity! They were even using my parents! How did they get my number, though? The next message shook me to the core. 'We've got your parents, and they have 24 hours to live! So don't you dare ignore this message!' I quickly called my parents number, but they are not answering my calls! What's going on?

It was a text from an unknown number. “Guess who?"

Next, I tackle the spam texts — annoying messages from unknown numbers, trying to sell me everything from weight loss supplements to discount vacations. Finally, I make my way to I*******m, where I'm greeted by a flood of messages from distant cousins twice removed. There are birthday wishes, holiday greetings, and random check-ins — all from people I barely remember, let alone keep in touch with. I smile politely, typing out brief responses to each one, trying to be friendly without getting too caught up in the drama.

I took it and sent Funke a friend request but she was offline. “What am I doing?" I spoke to myself as I came out of the restroom... Later that day. I was with Sandra on my seat conversing when I felt a vibration in my right pocket. I brought my phone and that's when I saw a F******k notification. ** Funke accepted your friend request and 1 new message from Funke**** My face suddenly changed when I read the message.** Hello love. I am back ** it reads with lots of love and heart emojis.

“You have my phone." I breathe heavily and mentally chanted to myself that I need to relax because it’s only going to give me pimples. I should not waste much time on people who has absolutely no plans in life but to prank call someone this late. “Hello?” I hear him calling out. I breathe out through my parted lips, "Is this some kind of a prank call because I am literally not buying it." I arch my eyebrow at no one. "As much as I want this to be a prank but it's actually not." He answers, calmly again.

If it weren't for me, Andy wouldn't have to sleep in parks or contract such a terrible illness… But then again, why was Andy hanging out with them? Sunny then sent me another text: [Don't you want the truth? Check out this livestream and you'll understand.] I stared at the link I didn't recognize, but quickly tapped on it with a trembling finger before I knew it. [Welcome to the World of Pranks! Our current prankster is Andy Lawson, and his victim is Jane Smith!] There was a small line underneath: [One month left!]