Prank Call Jacob Sartorius Novels & Stories

“I didn’t bring anything remotely fancy, and I have no idea how I’m supposed to pull this off. So, Mr. Jacob, what’s your grand solution?” Without hesitation, Jacob pulled out his phone. “First, I’m calling Eliot.” “Who’s Eliot?” I asked, curious. “A friend.” “And how’s this friend supposed to help?” Bianca asked, giving Jacob a skeptical look. “He’s a fashion designer,” Jacob said with a grin as he dialed, putting the call on speaker. The phone rang twice before a voice answered—high-pitched and unmistakably flamboyant, though layered with background noise: chatter, commands, and a flurry of activity.

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

Instinctively, I hung up on Rita and asked, "What's wrong?" Faith let out a cold snort and sat directly onto the sofa in my office, displeasure written all over her face. "Take a look at the trending topics yourself and see what kind of nonsense your wife is spouting." I frowned and corrected her immediately. "She's not my wife. And I know about that already. She contacted me just now. She's simply gone crazy. I'm about to release a statement publicly distancing myself from her." My phone kept vibrating nonstop with notification sounds.

"Call in sick" "I can't" I huff just to defy him and he stops kissing me before hopping out of bed. I sit up, wondering where he's going. He discards the used condom and then picks his phone up, dialing. What the hell is he doing? "Jacob Fox," he says into his speaker in the sexiest voice, or I'm just sex-sated and swooning. I admire his tight butt with a smirk on my face. "I'm calling on behalf of Rebbeca Sanders..."

While working overtime late into the night, I suddenly received a video from my wife. "Honey, there's a homeless man outside our door. I'm so scared!" In the video, a disheveled man was sitting outside my house. He occasionally muttered strange, unintelligible words. I immediately got permission to leave work and drove home, but on the way back, I got into a car accident. Only after I died did I learn the truth. It was a prank that had gone viral online. The footage of the homeless man had been generated using AI. What I never expected was that my wife's male best friend had taught her how to pull it off. They had even tampered with my car's brakes in advance. Worse still, the two of

Well, that explained the jaw tilted to the one side. My pocket vibrated, the buzz sent a sizzle up my spine just before Sabrina carpenter’s voice began to espresso away. “Sorry.” I pulled it out to check the caller ID. None, it wasn’t saved. Yeah, nice try killer, like I’d fall for that. It was the typical horror movie start, a strange number called the female or male lead, depending on the sex of the producer and boom, they can never escape multiple follow up calls of torture. Yeah, not happening. I slammed on the ‘end call’ icon like it offended me. “Hey hey! I’m not skipping lunch!” I cried out when Lorriel walked right past the cafeteria.

"Even though you didn't contribute anything, you're still welcome to come and celebrate with us!" Just then, Elena let out a loud, theatrical gasp. "Oh, dear! I completely forgot to reserve a seat for the janitor. Mi dispiace, Mr. Gotti. I prepared everything according to the employee handbook." "Oh, that's a shame," Matteo said, pretending to sound regretful, but the smugness in his eyes gave him away. I watched them leave, a sneer playing on my lips. It was no shame at all. After all, this would be their very last celebration.

Sarah grinned. Jane was really upset because her cover had been blown. She deliberately used a fake name to hide her identity from all chat group participants. But, she started to become stupid and careless. She uploaded a photo of the bouquet of flowers to the group because she was too happy to get a bouquet of flowers from Anthony. “Look, this is about Anthony. I need your help,” Sarah began. “What happened to him? I mean I heard a rumor that Anthony was fired from his current position. But, I don't think it's serious.”

TRACY'S POV: Someone called me anonymously on my phone. "Hi Tracy, this is Jacob. Can we please talk about everything that has happened so far?” "I do not have that time, Jacob. I have more important things to do than sit down and talk about the past with you." After responding to Jacob, I hung up the phone. Jacob, the imposter, has been put in prison. Right now, I want to ensure that Dante does not take my biological son away from me.

Tom? "You think I can't handle a cripple and a blind woman?" Tyler took a bite of mango from the girl's hand, took his phone from his side and pouted his mouth with disdainful eyes. "Wait, I'll call and ask. Jocob Roth should've done it by now!" Tyler's obese fingers tapped the phone screen a few times and called Jacob. In less than five seconds, someone answered. "Tyler!" Jacob's voice came through vaguely on the phone. He sounded nervous. "I was just about to tell you that something happened over at Tom's side. Things are screwed up!"