John Cena Prank Call Novels & Stories

She knew about the man’s feelings for her for years, but right now, she couldn’t help but be afraid each passing day. “Papa!” The child immediately got her phone when he saw that the man answered her facetime. He then flashed a wide, enthusiastic smile on his face and waved his hands like he was really happy that he saw Johannes. “Denver! Why are you naked? It’s cold!” Johannes’ usual Chicagoan accent and deep voice caught her attention, but she didn’t bother to insert herself beside the kid just to see him. She instead leaned her elbow at the glass table and sipped on her juice.

Jenny answered it. “What was that?” It was Gayle. “The phones are ringing off the hook out here. Everyone wants to know if you’re going to go to bed with Johnny! Jen, that was a great publicity stunt! I’ve got The Times on line three. This is better than running for governor and you kept it just this side of a federal violation! Congrats, Jen. Gotta go, phones are going crazy. Talk to you later.” Jenny put the phone down in total shock. She checked the clock and was relieved to see she only had five minutes of this nightmare to live through before she could escape into the privacy of her office, lock the door, and shoot herself. No, she wouldn’t give Johnny the satisfaction.

Jake was watching his Ipad on the couch and I was cleaning up the kitchen a little when my phone rang. 'Where are you?' said on the other end of the phone 'who is this?' I asked looking at the caller ID it was unknown 'JC?' I asked 'Yes now where are you?' He asked ' The girls and I came on a small trip out of state we'll be back in a couple of days' I say hanging up the call, the rest of the house JC spammed me with messages asking where am I and that he was going to get me after the 30th call I answer 'what do you want?' I say.

I think she sent it. “Put your phone on the table,” she commanded, and I, still perplexed, placed my phone on the table. Jenna crossed her fingers, looking anxious. “Just wait. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5…” My phone rang. The caller ID said it was… Lucius. Jenna screamed in victory and even planted a kiss on my forehead. She was definitely drunk—very drunk. “You promised me that when you get married, you’ll finance my own dating agency! Guaranteed millionaire matches! Contact Osborne Agencies now!” she declared, pretending her hands were a billboard.

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"At ten dear so hurry up for breakfast, I'm going to call the others I want to go with everyone, so John knows he has the appreciation and support of all his friends." She called everyone else, at Marck's house the cell phone rang and rang, but they didn't hear it due to the tiredness of the night they spent making love, but then Jenna woke up and grabbed it to answer it still dozing. "Hello,." "Hi Jenna I have some news for you." "Today at ten o'clock in the morning John Carpenter gets off." "What, and don't you think it's a little early?" "Charles already explained to me that John wasn't sick in the head. They only put him through temporary insanity so he wouldn't go to jail for kidnapping

JC said, making up a story smoothly. "Oh ... ok, please wait in Doctor Anna's office, Sir ... Pardon Sir, who's your name?" replied Sister Miranda without suspicion. "Mr. Jacob Campman, I just arrived from California, Nurse Miranda," JC replied making up the imagination of his fake identity. The young man casually stepped into Annastacia's study. He sat behind the desk of his ex-lover's beautiful doctor. JC browsed through Annastacia's desk. There is a photo of the woman with her husband. JC also studied the two faces seriously and remembered the incident when the man in the photo frame shot him in the head at Disneyland California.

Vivan scolded angrily, "My mother kindly invited you for dinner, not to mention that you messed up the meal, but you also talked about her like that? Do you have any education?" "Oh, how kind..." Jenna picked up the tablecloth on the table and carefully wiped the broken glass and blood on her hands, "Didn't you especially invite so many crowd actors to spice up my drama just to let Elon Mars see my joke?" "You need to act out your jokes for people to see? You were born a joke." Kenzie scolded snarkily, "When your mum gave birth to you and ran away, your dad worked hard to raise you all by himself, but it's a pity that he raised a shameless little bitch!"

with such a huge loss they have put me through, it would seem difficult that I can make a comeback from this. When the three saw a slight smirk appear on Zane's face, they grew enraged and Mr. Kiyoshi demanded, “What the hell is so funny, Mr. Grimes?” “We all are being pranked,” Zane said without hesitation, and although it seemed to throw everyone off track momentarily, they recovered quickly. “Excuse me? What do you mean?” Mr. Bradley asked, crossing his arms. "I'm sorry if that offended you,” Zane apologized, “but whoever made that call to you was not authorized by me. Did they even tell you their name?”

On the third day after receiving our college acceptance letters, the most popular student in school, Natalie Simmons, proposes something in our class group chat. "We're all adults now, and we've already been accepted into college. We should do something exciting before the semester begins. Let's put on a show and stage a fake bank heist. It'll be fun." In my last life, I make 23 phone calls in a row and confiscate every prop they plan to use. No one gets hurt. But Natalie becomes the target of criticism from parents and teachers. She sinks into depression and eventually jumps into a lake. The entire class blames me and hates me. At our graduation dinner, they force a whole bottle of liqu