Cursed Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

The phone rang once, then a robotic voice cut in. “This number doesn’t exist.” “What?” Raven frowned, pulling the phone away from his ear. He tried again. “This number doesn’t exist.” “That’s impossible!” Raven shouted. Cullen had used this number for years. From his last days at high school, through college. It had always been his number. He called again. And again. Each time, the same monotone response: “This number doesn’t exist.” Raven’s fingers trembled as he opened his messaging app and typed out a quick message. When he hit send, a red warning bar appeared at the top of the screen. The message couldn’t be delivered.

The hoarse voice answer, till maintaining the low pitch. " Controlled? Hahaha. Trying to fool me " Marcus sarcastically retort back. " He isn't saying anything wrong Marcus .He was surely controlled .Didnt I tell you I would rule over him and you .Just wait some more."the cold voice ended the stance with a laugh, causing Marcus to froze in his thoughts. " Fire.." Marcus tried to call the later one. " Hahahha. Checking for me." The cold voice told with sudden playfulness. " Fire is cursed .The cursed which would destroy you , Marcus .Destroy you."

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> In fact, he didn't remember eating it, but he seemed to have a cold lump of clay sitting in the bottom of his stomach as he waited with the phone against his ear. It was bound there by the knowledge that the person he was calling wouldn't be happy to hear from him. It would be so nice to hear a pleasant tone instead of that ever-present threatening rumble. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> After five long rings, the owner of the cursed phone number finally picked up, and Khyle waited for the inevitable hello that wouldn't be.

He enjoyed the moments he had with me, but something always took his concentration. I was already calling his cell phone "Cursed", when that device played was synonymous with problems and worst of all is that he did not share anything with me, just said "problems at work" and I was revealing, We did not know each other so well and we were not together so long to become a creeper in his life.

She scopped her friend into her arms tapping her cheeks to wake her up but nothing worked. She slowly placed her on the floor and dahsed forward to take her phone. "Please pick up," she bit her nails nervously as she tried to call Martin but he wasn't picking the calls. "Please pick up the phone damn it!" She dialed his number again but the same thing. "Sh*t!" She cursed angrily and scrolled through the contacts to call Vincenzo but her phone died at that point. "Is today cursed?!" She exclaimed. She bit her lips hard to prevent the regret of not charging the phone earlier in the office.

“Insults will get you nowhere. Now take this number down. I will only call it once. Better get a pen and paper ready.” I heard shuffling in the background, and Collin began to read out the number. “5555-6835-9020. Did you get it?” “Yes,” Enzo growled. “Put Tabitha back on the phone.” “No. Happy hunting, Enzo.” “Wait, let me speak…”

"It’s a legacy routing tag, I am sure this is not for a bank, more like for a hardware, right?" Jun typed furiously, accessing the old banking archives he had mirrored from the main server. "It’s used for satellite phones," Jun realized. "Older models, you know those kind that use low-orbit constellations. Uncrackable unless you have the handshake key." "So the Madam uses a sat phone," Felix said, peering at the screen. "That makes sense. They are untraceable, lot of underground people love themselves a sat phones." "No," Jun shook his head, his eyes widening as the pieces clicked together. "Look at the service provider billing code. M-SAT-99."

While waiting for the cellphone to charge, Carissa heard the sound of the cellphone ringing. "Whose number is this?" Carissa muttered, receiving a call from an unknown number. At first, Carissa just kept quiet about it because she thought it might be a prankster. However, the phone didn't stop ringing, so Carissa couldn't help but accept the call because she was afraid it was an important call. "Hey bitch!" Just as Carissa brought the phone to her ear, Ellen's angry voice could immediately be heard; even the cursing didn't stop.

They even gave me a bunch of money. Riffen started having the sneaking suspicion that the people who had kidnapped Doris were not simple and had nothing to do with the events that occurred this morning. Riffen persisted with his questioning: - So where did they contact you? Zane immediately replied: - Phone. Vidor immediately extracted his phone from his pocket as soon as he heard it, and he started looking for the number on it. In the call log, the phone number that has been called the most frequently is also the one that has been used the longest. Vidor soon dug up the owner, and it found out that this particular garbage sim was a scam, despite the fact that it was canceled immediately aft

He gave her mobile phone. She grabbed the mobile phone with trembling hands and started scrolling the numbers down only if there was a customer or a number. She dialed every passing moment, her breathing speed was increasing, and she knew how much Adam would punish her after knowing the truth. After a while, she randomly dialed a number which, unfortunately, was not in use. “Maybe his number is blocked now.” “Well, let's call any number of your choice from all the numbers saved on this mobile.” She was shocked after hearing him. All the numbers saved in the name were fake, even after thousands of attempts; she could not call a single number.