John Cena Prank Novels & Stories

Shaw–please, this is a misunderstanding. At that moment, someone in the crowd muttered just loud enough to be heard, "So for the sake of investment, the dean doesn't even care about his own daughter anymore?" The dean spun around, eyes blazing. "Who said I have a daughter?! I only have one son!" He pointed at Tara, kneeling on the floor. "You impersonated my daughter and damaged the school's reputation. I will hold you fully responsible." Then he bowed to my father. "Mr. Shaw, please calm down. I will give you a proper explanation."

“I’m fucking with you, man. Shit, you should have seen the look on your face. It was epic.” “Epic was that prank we pulled on Dave when we told him about the water main on the office park project last year. This was lame.” Craig’s eyes crinkled with the memory of the water main prank. “That was a good one, but honestly man, I just had to do something to loosen you up.” “And you thought telling me I fucked up the design was it?” I raised an eyebrow. “Clearly, you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

He’s walked around with purple hair for two days before Jason’s mate, Olivia took pity on him and dyed it back to a normal color. Then there was the time they replaced the bar powder in the gym with baby powder and everyone smelled like a freshly bathed newborns for days. They had also upped their game and superglued John’s hand to a stapler. I thought that mole was going to pop a blood vessel in his temple he was so mad. Everyone suspected the duo of destruction were behind the pranks, but no one could prove it. As far as I knew, I was their only inside accomplice.

I ask him. “We did, but we never get in trouble. This school needs the star quarterback. So, they never punished Adrian or me,” he shrugs. “Do you have any favourite prank?” I question. He thinks for a moment and answers me. “Oh, yeah, this one-time Adrian noticed our principal jogging, and you know what? He was completely bald, so we decided to expose him to the whole school.

I woke up early and ditched bonding with my triplets for this early appointment, thinking it was part of work, but what do I get? A salon appointment. There was a creak, and I could picture Charles leaning back on his executive chair while laughing at my frustration. "Don’t laugh at me, Charles!" I cried, wishing I could get my hands on him to wipe the smile off his face. These brothers of mine love pranking me. I wonder how their girlfriends, or in Charle’s case, his wife Jenna, take it. “Have you met Carlo?” He asked when he finished laughing his heart out. “Yeah,” I replied grudgingly.

"Look at the phones, Jax. Everyone is recording. If you hit me now, you’re the spoiled bully attacking a scholarship kid at a party. If you hug me back, you’re the bigger man. Play the game, or lose your crown right here in front of everyone." ​I pulled back, keeping my hands on his shoulders for a second longer than necessary, acting like his oldest friend. I turned to the crowd, flashing a wide, fake smile. "It’s okay! It was just a birthday prank that got a little too real. Jax and I are good. Right, Jax?" ​Jax looked at the sea of cameras, then back at me. His jaw was clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter, but he was a creature of reputation. He forced a nod. "Yeah. Good. Ju

Hoonie explained. Sheena just nodded and moved closer to him. She smiled at him. “Don’t worry, it is okay! Let’s just enjoy this day!” Sheena cheered him up. Kaizer and Blake were sitting on a bench. Kaizer was so tired. He just wanted to sleep and go home. “Aish, let’s stop this. I think Sheena recognized me!” Kaizer assumed. Blake shook his head and smiled. “Hahaha, you are so anxious, Kaizer!” Blake laughed at Kaizer. “Such a killjoy!” Blake laughed at him more. Kaizer then twisted his mouth and felt so pissed. “What? We are ruining their date! You are the one who is killjoy here!” Kaizer rebutted. Blake just laughed at Kaizer. “One more time! Let’s play once more!” Blake insisted on cont

“Just hearing you say robot fight makes you an even bigger nerd.” She puts down a pair of pliers and gets up, going into her pantry to get the cat food. “I feel so bad for Danielle.” “Me too. It was the last thing we expected. One minute we’re dancing and drinking at the reception, and the next, Weston is calling.” “How was the wedding and pretending you two were engaged?” Quinn puts several cans of cat food into a cloth grocery bag and hands it to me. “It was fun, actually. And everyone bought our fake engagement.”

‘You and your sickening rules! ‘That’s not going to look good on your personal record,’ Stan let out a low wolf whistle. ‘Shut up!’ I snapped at him. Father didn’t say anything at first, his expression calm. James Hart was the only person I knew who could be dying from multiple gunshots, but still kept a perfectly calm expression. Too bad I didn’t inherit that gift. ‘I think this meeting should be adjourned since we all want to turn it towards sentimental issues,’ he put on his glasses and left the office to just me and Stan.

"I'm giving this as a present! Who would give a dead herb as a present?! And it's even starting to rot!" "I never said it was alive," Johnny snapped impatiently. "Quit making a fuss." "Haha!" Kenny laughed mockingly without holding back at all. "Forty million dollars for a dead herb! You ladies are geniuses!" Gina and Cindy were both left ashen-faced. After all that posturing, it turned out that they were the clowns all along! "We're not buying this," Cindy snapped angrily. "Refund us right now!" "That's right! Refund us, you snake oil salesman!" Gina bellowed, pointed at Johnny in the nose.