Cuando El Teléfono Suena Novels & Stories

“They are.” Was this a sign? Was the universe trying to tell me something? Before I could ponder the thought any further, my phone rang. The sound jolted me back to reality, and I looked down at the screen. My breath caught in my throat. Raymond. Of all the times…

At this moment, a cell phone suddenly rang. Blake frowned when he saw the call, but he still picked it up. The phone was connected, but there was no sound, only rapid breathing. The phone was hung up after only two seconds, and soon a message came in, "I crashed into a car. Can you come here for a while?"

It didn't make any sense. As I stood in front of the mirror, I picked up my body cream and started massaging it onto my skin. The sweet fragrance of the cream filled the room and I felt relaxed. Suddenly, my phone began to ring. Initially, I ignored it, assuming it was just a telemarketer or a wrong number. However, the call persisted, and the ringing grew louder and more insistent. I paused for a moment, considering whether to answer or not, but my curiosity eventually got the better of me. I picked up the phone and said "Hello?" in a hesitant voice, unsure of who could be calling me.

At 9:00 a.m., Isabella was startled awake by the buzzing sound of her phone. She groggily blinked her eyes open, her heart skipping a beat as she remembered the important meeting scheduled for today. She hurriedly reached beneath her pillow and retrieved her phone, stunned that she had overslept yet again.

I take a shower and prepare eggs and bacon when my phone rings. I pick up. The other end is silent but I hear breathing. A knot forms in my chest. “Hello” I mutter. “We have your envelope”

The intensity built, coiling tight in my belly, but just as I teetered on the edge, a sudden, sharp sound shattered the moment. Elion’s phone, lying on the table, suddenly blared an obnoxious, jarring ringtone.

Just like that, I sit there, the note still in my hand, the weight of it crushing me from the inside out and then My phone starts ringing, the sound cuts sharply through the silence, I look down and the screen lights up. Sarah. Calling back.

It was something I would never unsee if I mistakenly saw it. Then it rang. Out of instincts, I grabbed it and picked the call. "Who is this?" I said in a monotone voice. "Give me back my damn phone!" I flinched at the way the voice shouted. "I didn't steal it, you have mine." I rolled my eyes, recognizing the voice immediately. "I don't have time for your stupid games. I need that phone." He said. "You have no right to speak rudely to me. I can drop the phone in water you know." I frowned.

I groaned as I heard the sound of my phone ringing. If was around eleven in the night which made me wonder who could possibly be calling me. It was an unknown number which made me feel hesitant about answering the call. But as soon as the ringing stopped, it started again with only a few seconds in between. It. Was the same number. This made me finally answer the call but I didn't speak first. I simply listened, waiting for a familiar voice to call out my name and kill my tension.

And your cry. Your hips raising as you offer yourself to me... The growing shudder... Joy and laughter as you climax... And you cry out my name... ... ... Something jolts me awake. My phone is ringing. What the hell...? My phone is ringing. My phone never rings. No one has this number. No one. I tap into the flashing screen, then listen to the message... ... and go cold at what I hear. Moments later I'm scrambling off the bed and already tapping into the other phone when it flashes to life. It's Dakho.