Prank Call Jacob Sartorius Novels & Stories

I replied bitterly and he nodded before unlocking Allison’s phone to look for Isaac’s number. “Put the call on speaker,” I instructed and he nodded before calling on Isaac’s number with his own phone. “Hello,” Isaac answered and Enzo moved to the edge of the couch restlessly. “Hello, am I talking to Isaac?” Enzo asked him. “Yes, who’s this?” He inquired back while I sat there quietly, listening to their conversation. “My name is Enzo. I’m Jacob’s manager,” he introduced himself. “Jacob? Who’s Jacob?” He asked and Enzo immediately placed his hand on the microphone, looking at me in confusion.

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.

James let out a roar that was more animal than human before lunging toward Marissa. He wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed tightly. "Why! Why did you cut off her oxygen? Why did you steal her bailout cylinder?" Marissa's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was lifted off the ground by James. Her legs kicked uselessly in the air, while her nails gouged bloody lines down James' face. "Y-You… a-agreed to it…" She struggled to get the words out, her face flushing red as she choked. "On April Fools' Day… Y-You said it was… okay to prank her… to teach her a lesson… she won't forget…"

~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~ Moments later, as Jada hurried out of the villa and got in her car, Jacob stood in the front, watching with hesitation, and then he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Sighing out his frustration, he drew out the phone and frowned at the caller ID. For the longest, Jacob hesitated, debating whether to answer or not. But finally, taking a deep breath, Jacob pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear, saying cautiously. "Hello." "Jacob, dear," came a voice as sharp and commanding as he remembered, "It's Madam Aniston." "Good morning, Madam," he replied. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"

I needed help and I could think of no one else to call. "Hello", his aphrodisiac voice rang through the phone. "The police are asking questions about Connor", I breathed into the phone, my heart pounding in my chest just from his voice alone. "I'm sorry. Who's this?", Jacob asked, sounding detached and cold. "It's Dalia", I answered, refusing to believe he didn't know who he was speaking with. "I don't know of any Dalia, except one who owes me two hundred million dollars", Jacob said in an aristocratic manner, his words deflating whatever hopes I had before calling him.

Who is he talking to? I took a sip of my warm milk. It tastes good. I immediately turned around when I heard the door opened. “Cindy.” Jacob called me. “I’m sorry but I have to go. It’s urgent.” He looked worried. Why? “Are you okay?” I asked and stood up. “It’s work. I’m really sorry for the bad timing.” He took out his wallet and asked the waiter for the bill. “Please eat your food.” “It’s okay. I’ll just take it home.” I faked a smile. I’m a little bit disappointed actually.

Some monsters are born. Others are made. And then there are those you marry, without knowing they’ve already buried your name in their past. The call came at 4:12 a.m. Jacob had just started to drift, still tangled in Leo’s sheets, his skin warm from a shower that hadn't washed anything clean. The burner phone buzzed once. Then again. No caller ID. No name. Jacob sat up, staring at the screen like it might bite. He answered on the fourth ring.

“Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring…..” “Hello Jakey”, Richard answered the call in a bored voice, he was seated casually on a movie set for his upcoming movie before the call came in. Jake didn’t bother giving him a reply. He went right ahead to call the next person on the call Saul. “Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring…..” “Hello”, Philip who was in a meeting picked up the call in a agitated voice. The bargaining of the new contracts was going wrong and he was in no mood to play. Another Jake ignored him, placed him on hold and called the last number.

Ignoring the comment, Jake reached out and grabbed Vincent’s phone without asking. “What do you think you’re doing?” Vincent snapped, frowning as Jake pressed his index finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. “I need to call Grandma to let her know I can’t buy anything since I left my phone at home,” Jake said, dialing a number. Suddenly, the phone lit up with an incoming call. The caller ID read *My Charlotte*, and Jake’s expression shifted as he recognized the name. He glanced up at Vincent, who noticed the ringing and quickly grabbed Jake’s hand to check the screen.

“What brings you here? Come to surrender?” I slammed the door behind me, stepping closer. “Call off the lawsuit, Jacob. You know as well as I do that you don’t have a case.” He leaned back in his chair, feigning nonchalance. “Oh, but I think I do. Mismanagement, unauthorized fund transfers, questionable alliances—shall I go on?”