John Cena Prank Call Novels & Stories

Well, don't expect us to take it lying down. Rebecca, Patrick, and Nancy just sneered. Then, right in front of me, Rebecca made a call to her assistant. "Cut off the Jones family's money within the hour. If they're going to be stubborn, they can learn what it's like to hit rock bottom." However, no sooner had she ended the call than another assistant burst into the hospital, breathless and frantic.

For a second, the private room went completely silent. Ezra lifted a brow. He clearly hadn't expected someone as quiet as me to play along. But I didn't care. Because Grace Fakey—the pretentious campus it-girl who started this whole dare—looked seconds away from exploding. "Mia Madden, wow. You'll really go along with anything, huh? Ezra's obviously joking. Don't tell me you're actually taking this seriously." [LOL, fake girl's spiraling!]

As the daughter of this school's largest investor, even if I offended the dean, there was no way I'd be the one forced out. While I was down, I rolled over, pulled out my second phone, and quickly dialed my father. Someone in the crowd sneered. "Still pretending? Calling one of your clients to back you up?" "Everyone on campus knows what you are, Sophia." Tara was smirking too. "Sophia. Are we done with the show yet?" I ignored all of them. I forced down the rage and spoke into the phone. "How far out are you?" On the other end, I heard hurried footstep–and a voice filled with barely contained rage.

The sidekick was right beside him the entire time, egging him on and taunting me. Then came the part where the heavyset man raised the price. He demanded 120,000 dollars, snapped at the older woman who had tried to speak up, and watched as I hung my head and called person after person, begging for money and transferring the funds. Every single moment of it had been captured in perfect clarity. The evidence was irrefutable, and there was nothing any of them could say to explain it away. Mr. Lawson's face went completely white as the footage played. His knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed on the spot; the arrogance and polished composure from earlier were gone without a trace.

I grin as I leave the office. “Call me,” he shouts in a fake girl’s voice as I leave the office and laugh out loud. That just made my day. I pull into the parking lot just before 5pm on Wednesday night. I’m here to pay our rent and pick up a few groceries for lunches tomorrow. My phone rings. It’s Jenna. “Hi, babe.” I smile as I answer. “Oh… My… Fucking… God,” She stammers in a whisper. “What?” I frown.

With a clear doubtful look in his face, Primo stared at her with one brow raised. “...You sure?” Jennifer snickered at those words. “Just do that. Well, let me call her because I’m pretty sure that she won’t answer yours.” Starting to become the wingman, Jennifer fetched her phone from her purse and dialed Georgia’s number. Both she and Primo didn’t leave their eyes on her phone, anticipating the other line to pick up.

Shawn felt very embarrassed and said angrily, “It’s different this time! This time, I, Shawn Long, will do what I say, and I’ll never go back on my words!” Jenna laughed and said casually, “I’ll wait and see, then.” Charlie was watching from the side, and he got the feeling that Jenna was being a bit of a b*tch and was intentionally sowing discord with her words. He could not help but feel sorry for Janus. It was really not worth it for Janus, who had originally had a bright future, to throw his future and life away in that roast goose restaurant in Oskiatown, New York, for her.

Jonathan Hanging up, I was still yet to recover from my shock; The shock that I'd accepted be Ciara's male model for her company's fashion show. "Father.. Father!" Alena called out bringing me back to reality. We were at home having a 'father and daughter' time bonding over a bowl of popcorn and FAST X when Ciara had called; Alena had paused the movie so that I could answer the call. "uh..oh, you can play the movie now"

"So, what's your plan for the ninth prank?" "We'll pull off the ninth one at Caleb's wedding," Kevin crowed. "Just imagine it. The officiant asks, 'Caleb Smith, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?' and Caleb bellows, 'Absolutely not!' It's going to be hysterical." Outside, I leaned against the wall and slowly slid down until I was crumpled on the floor. Pulling my knees close, I buried my face as silent sobs tore through me.

"Who are you, mister?" "Keelan McKnight." The phone left her hand and go straight for the floor. Jana gasped in shock before cursing for five times. "Damn! Hello?" The call had ended. Jana kneaded the phone, as if she could mend the broken screen with her willpower and charm. "Oh, my god." 'Why does nothing goes right in my way?'