Romans & histoires Fnaf 1 Night 1 Phone Call Script

Kai’s phone buzzed once more on the nightstand Thorne again, They’re circling the block. Two scouts. Ronan’s personal enforcers. They know she’s here.He silenced it, heart pounding with a mix of fury and possession. Elara lay asleep in his arms, body soft and warm, the faint curve of her lower belly pressed against his side three months along now, though she still hadn’t spoken the words to him. He could smell the pup every time he breathed her in, a sweet underlying note beneath her usual scent of herbs and warm skin.She stirred slightly when he carefully untangled himself, murmuring something incoherent. He kissed her temple, pulled the sheet over her marked shoulders, and dressed in silen

I stared at my phone, grabbed it and made a phone call. [“Who is this?”] A voice sounding rough asking as if he was in the middle of a cigar. I scoffed, “It’s me.” [“Ah, Daniel Manzo? Why did you call me?”] “To deal with you. Let’s meet tonight at the Blue Bar, 10 in the evening.” The voice on the other side sneered, threw something and agreed with a hum. [“Got it. See you there.”] When I put the phone down, I saw one of the names of the contact and I blinked my eyes; Cardyn.

“Young Master Ruben, what’s taking your phone call so long? You wouldn’t be trying anything now, would you? I told you to bring me that 3.8 million bucks in cash, you wouldn’t be calling for help now, would you?” Fane noticed the phone call took a while before he hung up therefore his question. “How could I? I only ordered them to help arrange that 3.8 million bucks for you. Don’t worry, they will arrive real soon!”

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

The plan to contact the vamps worked better than expected. By sunset, on the day the ad emerged in several print publications around the country, Nathan's new disposable cell phone rang. For like the thousandth time. "If you're thinking of fucking with me," Nathan snarled in the receiver, "then hang up now before I come through this phone line and shove your head where the sun will never kiss it again." "Seeing as how the sun hasn't kissed me in centuries, I don't see the point of your threat, dog."

Nathan reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number deliberately, each digit pressed with purpose. The call connected. "Do me a favor," he said calmly. His tone was no longer furious. It was controlled. Calculated. "I'll pay $2 million." ************* The next morning, sunlight streamed gently through the curtains of Caleb's house. The tension from the previous night felt distant within the calm atmosphere of the kitchen. The space was warm and inviting, filled with morning light. Caleb stood by the dining table, adjusting plates neatly into position.

“To make coordination smoother on this project, I’ll need your direct contact number. Phone calls and quick texts will be faster than going through assistants or email chains for urgent updates.” Nathan hesitated for a few seconds, his fingers tightening around the edge of the sofa. Part of him still wanted to refuse on principle. But he knew refusing now would only complicate the work they had just agreed to do together. He exhaled slowly. “Okay,” he said at last. Noah pulled out his phone and waited. Nathan recited his number quietly. Noah typed it in, then sent a quick test message so Nathan would have his number as well. The phone in Nathan’s pocket vibrated once.

“Thank you for calling Graham Conglomerates. How may we help you today?” “Hi…” Rina stuttered, realizing she had no clue what she was expected to reply to that. She hadn’t thought about the possibility of someone else picking up the call. Of course, she should have figured that Zayn wouldn’t hand his personal cell line over just like that. “I’m Rina Powers and…”

I tried to call Davian multiple times after I got the text message but he didn't pick up the call. I sent a text to the number "I'll be leaving tomorrow by 8 am"

"Yes, I do. It's a pleasure to have a great person on call." "Perfect." "I want you to check your CCTV and look at the lady who just performed. All I want is a one-night stand with her. Name your price, and I am willing to pay it," I said, sounding so desperate on the phone. "Oh, no problem. A million dollars would be enough!" he responded excitedly on the phone. "My accountant will chat you up and do the needful. All I want is your cooperation," I said over the phone. "I need her here with me today tonight. Get her ready!" I demanded. Before he could even respond, the words "thank you" cut the call off. Ledger gave a smile.