Novel & Cerita Cuando El Teléfono Suena

I returned to the sitting area. I didn’t know what to do with myself. My phone lit up. I crossed the room and picked it up, expecting Enzo, Bruno, or someone calling about whatever had dragged Enzo out into the night. Unknown number. I answered. Silence, then breathing. “Hello?” Nothing. I was about to hang up when I heard it. A small sound, like someone trying not to cry out. “Who is this?” The line went dead. I stared at the screen.

We continued but then got interrupted by the shill ring of my phone. The screen of the phone came on– unknown number. My pulse still.

Peace. But then the sudden loud ring of my own phone shattered the quiet. I pulled it out of my pocket, frowning at the number displayed on the screen. Unknown.

Then, just as I reached for my phone to check the time, it rang. The sound was sharp, cutting through the quiet like a slap. I jumped, staring at the screen. Unknown number. For a few seconds, I just stared at it, unsure if I wanted to answer. My heart was still pounding from everything that had happened. I didn’t think I could handle one more surprise. It kept ringing. Relentless. Finally, I picked it up, pressing it to my ear. “Hello?” My voice came out tired, low, almost like it belonged to someone else.

The call went off only to begin again. Who could be calling? Only a few people had the number to this phone. On the third ring, I slowly swiped the answer button and brought the phone to my ear. No one spoke. I didn’t speak as I waited for the person to talk first. When a few seconds passed with just the ruffling sound of the background, I grunted. “Who is it?” Finally, the annoying ruffling sound reduced and the sound of the person clearing his throat reverberated. I froze.

At that moment— Umm- Umm- Umm- The cell phone inside Muhyul's pocket began to ring with a strange vibration. Roughly leading Sion and moving his steps, Muhyul quickly checked the number on the vividly floating screen. "Teacher Gang-mu?"

Mr. Cruz sat at his office desk, engrossed in his work, when he suddenly heard the familiar sound of his phone beeping. Startled, he quickly reached for it, preparing to answer the call. However, before he could even touch the screen, the call abruptly ended, leaving him puzzled.

With the bath ready, she was just about to step in when the jingle of her phone disrupted the tranquil ambience. Vivian's brows furrowed as she glanced at her phone, the incoming call notification lighting up the screen. She hesitated for a moment, torn between her desire for solitude and the uncertainty of the call. Despite her initial reluctance, curiosity got the better of her. With a sigh, she picked up her phone, ready to face whatever news or conversation awaited her on the other end of the line.

Why was Sloan even with them? My phone started ringing. The sound made me jump and I pulled it out to check who was calling. Where are you?”

" The girl prepared the book neatly, thought about the contents of the letter, and laughed. Then she pulled out her phone from her pocket, replaced it with another sim card, and turned on the power. The lighted phone in her left hand bounced with her footsteps: - You know, the beep sound in your system is very special, there is no other beep like it outside. Since November 12, 2011, I have never heard that sound again. However, during these thousand and one days, there was not a single day that I stopped thinking about it.