John Cena Prank Call Novels & Stories

and gulped a big glass of Soju in just one go and my jaw was dropped down. While I was observing her actions I got a phone call and I see the caller ID and it was a call from my bestfriend Jennifer, I hurriedly picked up and excused myself to let Vanessa enjoy her drink without being distributed, I came a little bit far from Vanessa and answered the call. "Hey Jenny, wassup?" I asked her with enthusiasm in my voice and I heard a voice of a child and I know who it was , it was her daughter's voice. "Uncle what are you doing?" she asked me in a very cute in her childish shuttering voice and I answered her in same way to entertain her, "I'm missing my princess, so much."

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t

“Um, honey, have you seen Perez Hilton yet? Because there's a picture of JC at the top, and he's buying a fucking engagement ring. He does nothing but smile. What? No way. No way. -This is impossible. Only they... “Put the phone down and go do a quick search, Gwen. Is there. Is happening. They're going to screw it up for you, and they're not wasting any time. You need a plan. -A plan? My brain spins, trying to hold on to any idea at all, but I have nothing. Nothing but the sight of me standing onstage at the New Year's Eve celebration of Dick Clark , those aren't my dreams.

I burst out laughing so hard I nearly choked on my soda. Jenna looks deeply unimpressed. “Yeah, real fucking funny,” she mutters, side-eyeing both of us. “Keep laughing, you bunch of soggy mofos. I’ll remember this when you two need someone to body a man for you in public and I’m too busy teaching spin hooks to felons named Big Maria.” Dawn snorts into her drink. “You’d thrive in there, don’t lie.” “Shut up,” Jenna says, but she’s already smiling.

And she also sneaked out of the hospital without being caught. It was already getting dark and Jenna needed to change her clothes so people don't get suspicious of her. She saw some neat clothes at a dump site, took them and went to a nearby toilet to change. She got changed and went to a nearby call box. She punched in some digits on the telephone and the person answered as though he was waiting for the call. "Hello. Who's on the line?" A masculine voice asked from the other end of the call. "Hi. It's Jenna speaking"

It was a call from an unknown number. Joseph answered the call, and a distorted robotic voice came through the speaker. The caller was using a voice changer. The caller began, "Hey, I've heard you've been looking for me." Joseph asked, "Are you a person or a ghost?" The caller replied, "You've offended me. Do exactly as I say, and I'll leave you a way out. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead." Joseph frowned, wanting to end the call. Just then, an idea struck him. He said, "Yara, why are you trying to play mysterious? I think you should change your name. You should call yourself Bitch Zahn instead. It's a combination of your parents' names."

“What is this? Did you hire someone to pretend to be interested in you?” Jameson’s expression hardened instantly. “Watch your words.” Talia barely looked at him. “If you don’t leave with her right now,” she said coldly, “I’ll make sure both of you spend the rest of your lives rotting in prison.” The ballroom had gone almost completely silent now. Jameson stared at her for a long second before calmly reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. Talia frowned slightly. “What exactly are you doing?” Jameson didn’t answer her.

I said, then I heard some noises on the other line. "Hey, if you're just pulling a prank on me, I'm telling you, I don't have time to waste for your goddamn prank." I said, and was about to end the call but I heard another laughter from the other line. "Hey! I don't have time to joke around with you!" I shouted. So, this shit is joking around with me, huh? “I'm not informed that I am a clown now, huh?” I said sarcastically. I was about to speak when he suddenly turned off the call. What — what a fool!

Right on cue, his assistant popped the car trunk and came back with a huge gift bag. Inside? Premium chocolates, and lots of them. "Dang," someone whispered. "Just this must've cost a ton." "He's so put-together, and she's gorgeous. Total power couple." "She wasn't lying. Who's the clown that called her a side piece?" The crowd turned, no longer here for the drama—now they wanted answers. Bruce saw it coming and bolted, which only made him more obvious. "That guy!" someone shouted. "He called the bride a side piece on their marriage registration day! Nearly caused a huge mess!"

"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."