Prank Call Jacob Sartorius Novels & Stories

I said to the person who was calling. “You have a nerve to suspend me!” He angrily said, which made me frown. “Who’s this?” I asked. So, he sarcastically laughed. I don’t know him because he is camouflaging his identity using a device to change his voice. “Secret!” He sarcastically said to me. “Look, whoever you are, can you please stop!” I angrily said to him, “Because if you won’t, I will sue you!” I warned, so he laughed loudly. Is this a prank?

' KrisTinaen Oliver was so wronged that she had to make a phone call. When the phone was connected, KrisTinaen Oliver gave a little feed. Jacob's voice came from the other side of the phone: 'Miss Healey, Mr. Wharton is in a meeting now.' KrisTinaen Oliver was relieved: 'Let him drive, drive.' Hang up the phone, KrisTinaen Oliver pretends to shrug helplessly: 'Aunt Heloise, look how unfortunate this is.' KrisTinaen Oliver hated iron and gave her a look, but made no movement.

I picked up my phone to call him because the time for the meeting was soon approaching After a few rings he picked up “Hey hazel” he said, his voice sounding like he was still in bed “Jacob, are you still in bed?” I asked “Of course, it’s still very early. What is it I have some sleep to catch up on” he says “Jacob June Warner, have you forgotten you have work today?” I said over the phone “It’s nothing you can’t handle” he said “well, except someone is missing me” he says and I can hear him laughing

CHAT:Jacob Michaelson: Sure Jacob called Anna on a video call suddenly to verify that it wasn’t a catfish account because he had never met a married eighteen-year-old girl before. Most eighteen-year-old girls he knew were probably in high school about to write their college exams, or in the club shaking their asses off to make money. When Anna saw the video call, she became skeptical. Should she accept the video call or not? She decided to answer call since she had to verify that they were real people too. Immediately she accepted, and she was stunned to see two gorgeous identical dark-skinned guys on her phone screen.

It was the most openly affectionate Arielle had ever seen Damian with another adult. Jacob stepped back, eyes flicking to Arielle instantly, curiosity sharpening into respect. “And you must be the woman who made Damian cancel three international calls in one week,” Jacob said, offering his hand. “I’m Jacob Russo.” Arielle laughed softly despite herself as she shook it. “Arielle.” “Ah,” Jacob said. “So you’re real, Good to know.” Damian shot him a look. “Behave.” “I am behaving,” Jacob replied cheerfully. “I like her already.”

" I ended the call without hesitation. A third call came through almost instantly. A man was shouting hysterically on the other end, "Charles! You know so much about this stuff. You can check student records, right? Please check whether my son's file has been tampered with! You've already saved them. Please help us all the way through!"

Sophia sat at her desk, a printout of Mr. Harris’s contact information in front of her. In 2022, Luna Mae Carter had stolen $5,000 from his hardware store in Millersburg, Ohio—money she’d used to buy a bus ticket to New York and a fake ID. Mr. Harris had filed a police report but never pressed charges, afraid of retaliation from the loan sharks hounding Luna’s family. But Sophia wasn’t afraid. She picked up the phone, using a disposable number to call him. Her voice was modulated to sound like a concerned citizen from Millersburg.

But the face was someone else’s We packed up fast. IDs. Lanyards. Keycards. One final thing: a silence. Toma handed me a burner phone. “One call from Salvatore,” he muttered. “Your PR guy? He’s been blowing me up. Says to stop whatever you’re doing.” I stared at the screen. Thirty-two missed calls. I tossed it into the sink and lit a match. “Fuck Salvatore,” I said. “Fucking cocksucker. Have no time for his political bullshit.”

Jacob spoke slowly. “It was my fault.” Damn, it feels so unbelievable. “What do you mean that it's your fault? You better explain it clearly when I'm still asking you nicely.” “I'm sorry, Jacob.” Jacob exhaled sharply, as his palm balled into a tight fist, ready to throw a punch to the man sitting front of him. “I ask you one more time, explain things clearly.” Both of them stayed silent for a while before Ibrahim finally dared himself to look into Jacob's eyes. There is no going back he had already told the half-truth. “Yes. It was me. The person behind the arrest of Arthur Jones and Paul Rae is me.”

What are you Jacob. Thinking about him brought a smile on my face and I decided to call him this time. So I took out my phone and dialed his number. He received the call immediately. "ONIKA?! Is everything alright? Do you suspect something..."he started, in a panicked voice but I cut him off in between. "Jacob relax, I am fine. You think I can only call you when I am in some trouble? Can't I call you just to have a talk?" I asked, feigning hurt.