Creepy Phone Numbers

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

Karen had invested her last penny in the business she had recently established and was eagerly awaiting the promised funds from her benefactor to take it to the next level. "Maybe he forgot. I should remind him," she thought, and promptly sent a text message: ‘I hate to sound desperate, but my finances are tight.’ After sending the message, she realized she had used the wrong number. She quickly started typing, ‘Please ignore the...’ when an alert popped up on her phone: ‘Five billion dollars transferred to you by Roger Dawson.’ Roger? The first name sent a chill down her spine, but the last name left her puzzled. "Roger? Could it be Tonia's bodyguard?" That was his number, but when did his name change? Her phone rang immediately, and the name she had feared for months echoed in her ears, his voice filled with emotion yet calm like a winter breeze. "Karen, stay put, I'm on my way to you." The call ended before she could process it. He was the reason she had fled, refusing to sign the divorce papers. Her love for him was unrequited, his heart belonging to her adopted sister, but what hurt more was the feeling of being traded between friends like a commodity. She would rather die than return.

As the attempts at her resurrection have come to fail time and time again, Karmina's power continues to return to her, thought little by little. She grows confident with each passing day that she'll soon return to the land of the living. Amira Haddock, a 22 year old who lives and breathes the life of a Hunter, an organization created by the Human government in order to maintain order between the Humans and the Supernatural. With the Rogue Werewolves growing in numbers, and the threat of Karmina's return getting dangerously closer, she is tasked to take down a rumored Rogue Alpha. Little did she know of what was truly waiting for her in the little old town of Dawson, Wisconsin. Aiden Rose, a Rogue Werewolf who only wanted to live peacefully in his small town alongside his mother and grandfather gets rudely interrupted when a Hunter enters his territory. Little does he realize the connection he has with the Hunter and how troublesome everything will turn out to be with her. As sexual tensions rise between them, chaos continues to reign. Can Amira and Aiden settle their quarreling in order to deal with the monster menace that troubles Dawson, or will Karmina finally get her way? Book 1: Fated to the Werewolf King Book 2: A Vampire's Witch

Maria's life wasn't perfect, her father died when she's 10 so she needed to work early as possible to help her mom. Because of her young age, she had no choice but to sell feet pics at 13 just to have money, to survive. Her mother married another man, she thought her life will be less cruel, having another parent to provide for them but it's the other way around. She decided to moved out, to be free from those creepy stares of her step father behind her mother's back. As she moves away, and continue her illegal earnings she met, Jackson one of her longest client. The guy is persistent, demanding and controlling but Maria keep on pulling herself away. She knows her goal, she's not easy to persuade and even how weak she is inside her mind will quickly block every poison that the guy will throw.. even how much money he'll invest to get closer to her. How long will Maria push the guy if her heart is slowly giving away? How long will Jackson endured every push if he's freaking enjoying his stay under the girl's sheet?

My husband was out cold. Middle of the night, his phone lit up on the nightstand—chat app blowing up. I leaned over and grabbed it, quiet as a breath. Messages from someone named 'Viv.' Her last one? [Goodnight, Matt.] I had my fingerprint saved, but I'd never used it. Six years of trust. Six years of believing he was loyal—maybe too awkward to cheat. But something felt off. So I tapped in. And just like that, I opened Pandora's box. My heart? Tanked.

After three years of marriage, I believed I had the perfect family. My wife, Sarah, was gentle and caring, and our son was bright and adorable. On a rare day when I finished work early, I arrived home to find Sarah asleep, slumped tiredly by the crib. My heart went out to her, and I decided to carry her to our bedroom. As I approached, Sarah's phone screen suddenly lit up. A message appeared: “Sarah, is our son asleep?"

Late at night, with heavy rain pouring down, in the city hospital. "She has a mild concussion, and her abdomen was hit. The baby couldn't be saved..." Anna was given anesthesia but was still conscious. She felt something disappearing inside her, a tearing pain that the anesthesia couldn't numb. "Have you reached her family?" "Her husband's phone is off. I'll try contacting someone else..." She vaguely heard voices, and a tear slid down the corner of her eye. Her body couldn't hold on, and she lost consciousness...

I receive a message one day. "Your condoms have been delivered. Total to be paid: XX dollars." I distinctly remember that I've never made such an order, but the address and phone number are mine. I call my husband, but he only says differently, "My godsister ordered them. She's too shy to use her details, so she used yours. It's not like it'll affect you." I nod silently. She might as well not have them if she can't afford to pay for them.

’Your husband is cheating on you.’ At first, Layla Spencer thought it was a stupid prank. Then her phone flooded with photo after photo until the screen was full. In every shot, Dylan Hall and Lily Spencer were all over each other, completely wrapped up in their own little world. They were making out in the car Layla was still paying off, hugging at the top of the Ferris wheel, and holding hands at the base of Mount Hilaya, a place Layla had always dreamed of visiting. Layla’s stomach dropped. Could Dylan really be cheating on her?

Two different worlds, two separate lives are fused together in this surreal tale of the supernatural. A world unknown to her and a world he runs from. An unending war between their worlds leads them down the same path with their destinies aligned. What will happen when the fate of their worlds hang in the balance and they have to make a choice? *** She had no idea how long she had been sleeping for but she woke up to the sound of someone sniffing. She was drowsy so she paid not much attention to it but then it continued, then she heard the voice again, “Lavender, you use lavender for your hair. How have I never sniffed your hair before?", the sniffing continued. The sound reverberated through the caves, whilst she felt the vibrations on his chest where she lay, but she did not need that to know whose voice it belonged to. It was deep but not hoarse, somehow it was powerful and soothing at the same time, it was the voice of a god, one that had spoken to her all of these months, one she had replayed over again in her head till it was ingrained in her memory. “Dragomir…”, she whispered in a teary voice, she proceeded to stand up but he held on to a part of her hair and was sniffing it. When he noticed her staring at him, he stopped and stared back at her as if she had just caught him trying to steal from the cookie jar. “Was that creepy?”, he asked.