After I Died My Daughter Dialed His Number Novels & Stories

It was so heavy to give an account to his daughter and wife. After that night, he couldn't even look into Hande's eyes! The day he was born, how they named him after that all crossed his mind in seconds. The day she got up at night, took her for a walk, took her to the park, bottle fed her, the first day she started school, and that damn night of hell... This time she was going to do it! This time he would not be incapable of death and would press the goddamn trigger! When his trembling finger found the trigger, he took one last breath as the words "forgive me, forgive me" fell from his lips in a low voice. He ignored the ringing phone as he pressed his finger on the trigger. This time he wa

Then he placed his hand on Julissa’s back. “Hey, Julissa, look at me.” She couldn’t. Her eyes were locked on her father’s dead body. Antonio wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “I’m so sorry. We will get through this, alright. Together.” Dan paid them no never mind, searching the contacts through Gerald’s phone. He found a number that was the last number dialed. Dan took a chance and redialed it. As soon as it rang, the voice on the other end started laughing.

From then on, the pair of father and daughter no longer have anything to do with her anymore. Hector collapsed and sat on the floor and did not get up for a long while. He wanted to immediately call his daughter to find out what was going on. Before he managed to call her, he received a call from an unfamiliar number. He asked suspiciously, “Who is this?” “May I know if you are Mister Hector Caven?” asked the person on the other end of the line. “I am Hector Caven, and you are?” “Your daughter was killed in a car accident!” the caller said calmly.

"Yes we have. He isn't close either." "I'll make my way there. Thank you." As soon as I hanged up I fell on my knees letting out bitter cries of frustration. I can't believe this. My only son is dead! My only child! "Rhea? Hey! Are you okay?" Ophelia fell on her knees. "What's wrong?" I looked into her eyes. As soon as she looked into mine she somehow knew. "No... No... No please no!" "He's dead." I whispered.

“Because She was drowned in the bath tub by her mother. Kiara is no more alive” Her clutch around the handle of the bag loosened at the disclosure of his daughter’s death. He named his daughter after her! Tbc…

So I shouldn't worry her with nonsense. "It was a wrong number," I say as I put away my phone. She smiles at me and asks to hold our son. I lay him against her chest and relish in our little family. There's a place in my heart hurting, wishing my Mama could be here to share this moment. There is no way the person that called is my Mama. Her last words echo over and over. "I love you, son." The day I found out she died, I made a promise to revenge her death. Up until this point, I have not made good on my promise.

Esther asked me, she was looking at me with anticipation bare in her eyes. “He said he's going to stop her treatment because I don't have his money." I rushed out the words as I tried to dial his number again. I dialed his number several times but he didn't answer them, it got to a point that I got directed to voicemail. “He's not picking my calls again. My mom's going to die." I kept tapping my phone while tears laced up in my eyes. I didn't hear Esther call my name, neither did I hear or see any other thing around me, all I was seeing was my phone and my father's contact displayed on it.

,She asked trying to calm me down as my sighs of exasperation came clearly. "Daught- I used to be his daughter", I told her and I heard clicking on the other end. "He died last night, did no one contact you?", She asked and I hung the phone up and instead of feeling the wave of sadness normally felt. My feeling of emptiness turned into laughter. "He's dead", I echoed, while laughing on the ground. He was dead and we were safe, finally after so long. The front door opened quickly and I looked over watching her lock the door.

rlm fell into a deathly silence. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “Can't do that.” “Achilles,” I rolled my eyes at the pussy, “I need to do this.” Achilles studied me silently, then nodded. I took the phone from Isaiah, and dialed the digits I had learnt since I was 10. The phone rang for a second, then clicked. “Hello?” I listened to my father's heavy breathing, my throat closing up. This man, despite all of his flaws had been a very reasonable man.

"Mom, I'm having a hypoglycemic episode, and my head is dizzy. Accompany me back to lie down for a while." My mother held Vivian without hesitation and said with concern, "I'm here with you. Don't be afraid." Looking at their affectionate mother-daughter bond, I laughed at myself mockingly. Even after I died, my parents still would not choose me. My father had just finished a rescue mission when he received a call. "Hello, is this Mr. Hector Ford? Please come to the hospital to claim your daughter's body." My father sighed and hung up. "There have been so many scam calls recently. How dare they curse Vivian?"