Prank Call Jacob Sartorius Novels & Stories

Jacob asks as his chest rises and falls. "Take a guess," I rasp, rolling my eyes at him, and he smiles. Jacob lifts me off him and places me back on my chair. He fetches his phone out of his pocket and calls someone. As I'm fixing myself, I hear him telling the person on the phone to get him new pants. I look at the ones he's wearing and bite my lip as I see the small wet patch on it. My juices have ruined his pants.

Aurora thinks she can take my man, she would see that she can't. “What's that?” Jacob asked at the sound of a ringing tone. It came from his laptop. “Don't stop, Jacob,” I said but I was too late. He pulled out already. “Dammit!” I don't know if that came out in pleasure or in anger. “What do you think you are doing?” I asked, getting up from my position. “I have to take this call,” he said, zipping up his pants and facing his laptop. I grumbled and picked up my dress, still feeling horny as ever.

] [Male lead Ezra Everton's love meter has exceeded max capacity! [Hidden fortune unlocked!] [Massive asset transfer in progress... 3, 2, 1!] Then a bank notification popped up: [Deposit Alert: $10,000,000.00 has been credited to your account ending in 8888 on May 5. Memo: Future Mrs. Everton Fund.] Six zeros. Seven zeros. Ten million?! I froze. My hand went numb. And my phone slipped from my fingers. Ezra caught the phone smoothly, glanced at the screen, and raised a brow.

["According to the news, there was a disturbance inside the cell. It is said that Sir Jackson was almost stabbed. Sir Jackson quickly got some favor of the strongest prisoners there. He also bribed two policemen to help them escape. What's worse is that you are the ones he suspects of wanting to kill him." Jacob ran to his car and quickly drove back to the hotel. "Locate my wife. Call me if you see her. Let's meet when I came back." He ended the call. "Shít! It's not Friday the 13th but why all of this happened? Tangína!" While Jacob was driving along the highway, his cell phone suddenly rang. He frowned when he didn't recognize the number calling. He ignored the call until the caller volunt

Jacob answered the call with a smile on his face, ready to wait for Rita to save them from the fire. However... Waiting for the girl's sweet and sticky voice, but an unfamiliar voice. And it's a man's voice. "Hello." Male ... men?! Jacob suddenly panicked, raised his eyes to see the wicker chair on the bottom of their own Liam eyes crystallized a thick layer of ice heart thump. Geez. Why is there always a man on the phone every time I call Rita. This time it may also be just friends. Well, friends. Reassuring himself, Jacob smiled and said,

What was going through your fucking head? I finish drinking the water, listening to their complaints, but I'm too caught up in the events to be able to discuss any of my attitudes, it's not as if one of them had moved a finger to understand what was happening inside that hell. I feel my head start to throb and I place my hands on the counter, Theo and Hunter start to argue and Katarina tries to argue about how we were treated at Ortega's house, which only seems to piss off my brother for exposing her. As for how risky it was, it seems Sartori left with all his men taking Jackson and Giacomo along and leaving everyone else scared of what will happen when he returns to NY. With all that's left

He seemed to be the one holding the phone. With that, the man quickly ended the call. Jacob listened to the ongoing beeping sound from the speaker. Then, he stared at the phone screen and thought he heard Henry's voice. Realizing something, Jacob quickly sent a message to the secretary group: "If Ms. Carrington calls, don't answer!" Soon, Henry tried to call two other secretaries, but no one answered. He looked at Gabriella awkwardly. "Maybe they're busy with something." Gabriella didn't believe him and took the phone to check the call history. Indeed, no calls were answered.

***8 AM - SWISS HOTEL Bethany stepped out of the taxi, still dazed from last night’s meeting. She couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in her mind. The plan to ruin Fred—it was brilliant, but something about it gnawed at her. Would she face consequences? What would happen to her son? Lost in thought, someone suddenly shoved her aside. “Oh! Sorry, manager!” The voice was familiar. Bethany sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She turned to see Stacy standing there, a mischievous smile on her face.

On the third day after receiving our college acceptance letters, the most popular student in school, Natalie Simmons, proposes something in our class group chat. "We're all adults now, and we've already been accepted into college. We should do something exciting before the semester begins. Let's put on a show and stage a fake bank heist. It'll be fun." In my last life, I make 23 phone calls in a row and confiscate every prop they plan to use. No one gets hurt. But Natalie becomes the target of criticism from parents and teachers. She sinks into depression and eventually jumps into a lake. The entire class blames me and hates me. At our graduation dinner, they force a whole bottle of liqu

It was as if he was driving toward a looming execution, with every glance at the time serving as a painful reminder of his impending doom. His smartphone buzzed, and he stole a quick glance at the caller ID, only to pale at the sight of his wife's name. With trembling hands, he answered the call, prepared to begin his earnest apologies. But the moment Rosita's voice reached his ears, the color drained from his face. Her voice was laced with anguish, as if she was on the verge of tears. "Jacob, it's Dario," she choked out, and those three words sent a chill coursing down his spine.