After I Died My Daughter Dialed His Number Novels & Stories

I unlocked her phone with the code she used for everything and scrolled until I found the contact she had saved as only a single letter. D. My father. The dangerous man she spent twenty years refusing to name. She had seventeen missed calls from him. I pressed the dial button before I could think myself out of it and he picked it up on the second ring. "Diana." He said without sounding surprised and I hated it immediately. He hasn't heard from me since he left and he didn't care a bit. "Diana is dead," I said. "This is Lena." He didn't say anything for a long time and I pulled the phone back to check if the call was still connected.

She scrambled for the phone. After two steps, she fell hard. She didn't react. She just crawled up again. She grabbed the phone, her fingers shaking so bad she could barely press the numbers. "Help! Please save my daughter! She lost so much blood! The address is—" Her words tripped over each other. She could barely breathe. Dad kept trying to save me. Every time he pushed down, tears fell on my face. I crouched in front of him and looked up. "Dad, stop. I'm already dead. See? The blood's all gone. It's no use. Don't waste your strength."

Even at times when I would've woken up late, she'd be the one to wake me up. I called repeatedly, my hand shaking frantically. Then suddenly, “the number you've dialed is switched off”. My mind went blank, and I rushed to the door, walking as fast as I could, while dialing her number, but the only response I got was the automatic voice-over, “the number you've dialed is switched off.” I quickly boarded a cab and went home. Throughout the ride, I couldn't sit still. I knew I could be fired for this, but nothing else mattered more than my daughter.

“You’re not real,” I say while placing my legs on the bed and shuffling backward. Zeath reaches for me, concern streaked across his face. “What is it, Mellow?” “God, my daughter is dead…” I croak out. My tears would fall any second again. This time around I won’t be able to control it. Even my throat itches of my grief. “Eryis is d— dea…d. God…” I let out a cry of pain before Zeath sits on the bed and pulls me tenderly to his chest.

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta

I've been born ten times, and every one of those lives ended badly, because nobody ever noticed I was there. So this life, I decided to stop struggling and just wait to die. At five I was kidnapped. I lay down where I was, held my breath, and dusted a layer of white lime over myself for good measure. The kidnappers thought they'd killed me and turned themselves in on the spot. When the police found me, I was lying on a gurney outside the morgue doors, waving at the attendant. "Could you push a little faster? I've got a reincarnation to catch." At seventeen, my birth parents found me. On the drive back to the estate, I refused the seat and climbed into the trunk instead, like I'd done i

Then he was gone again. "No." I pressed the call-back button. The call failed. I tried again. Nothing. "Dad!" I called the number repeatedly until my hands hurt. But he didn't answer. I slid off the sofa and landed on the floor, my phone clutched against my chest. The sobs came so violently that I could barely catch my breath. My father was alive. At least, he had been alive when he called me. But he was afraid.

Vito and I had been giving each other the silent treatment for three days, and he never once reached out. With the Family’s enemies hunting me, I hid under a bridge and called him. “Vito, the Colombos are after me. Can you come save me?” Vito said coldly, “Antonia, are you playing the victim again? “I’m in the middle of a Family meeting. Don’t bother me!” The footsteps outside the bridge came closer. I said quietly, “I’m not lying.” He scoffed. “Fine. Wait for me, then.” I curled up under the bridge. The Colombos’ men shot me in the chest. Right up until my breathing stopped, Vito never came...

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

SYNOPSIS Jorie thought she had the perfect life—a loving boyfriend, a loyal best friend, and a future she had sacrificed everything to build. Until betrayal sends her to her grave. Given a second chance five years before her death, Jorie decides this time she will live for herself. She'll keep her sweet smile, hide what she knows, and make the two people who ruined her life pay for every sacrifice she made. Then she meets Cassian Vale, her dangerously charming new boss. Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Cassian seems determined to get closer to her. But just when Jorie begins falling for the one man who makes her feel safe, mysterious messages from someone who knows about her fi