Fnaf Calling Novels & Stories

"So he called the company and they ended up taking me. I'm starting on... Hey are you listening to me?" "Nugget. You've been talking about this for a million years. I know the whole story by heart now. You still won't answer his calls yada yada yada." He says annoyingly. "But what did he think would happen after all that he said to me? That I'm just going to forgive him? Just like that?" I say and I hear him grunt through the phone.

“Here goes nothing.” She pressed call. The phone rang once. Twice. Zara’s stomach twisted tighter with each passing second. Then, the familiar warmth of Nathan’s voice spilled through the speaker before either of them could speak. “Before you say anything,” he said, his tone carrying that familiar teasing lilt that always managed to calm them both, “I already know.” Kemi’s mouth fell open. Zara blinked, certain she’d misheard. “You what?” she asked, sitting upright. Nathan chuckled lightly on the other end. “Uncle called me. Said two stubborn women were plotting to drag me into some mystery mission. I figured it could only be you two.”

Norwan doesn’t say any words. “I have work to do, so good bye, Mr. North.” Natalie hung up the call and continued working on the bot until her phone rang again, so she answered it, this time full of irritation. “What the fuck do you want?” She asks, thinking that it is Norwan again, as she hasn’t taken a look at the caller once again. “It’s me, Ms. Natalie.” Her irritation at her system suddenly went out as she looked at the caller’s name. “Oh, I'm sorry about the greeting words,” she said and chuckled. Then, she leans back in her chair and bites her nails. “So, did you find anything?” she asks.

“I’m not scared. I’m just too busy.” “Sure, sure,” I nodded theatrically. “COUGH COUGH, pansy, COUGH.” “Listen here, you cunt-faced douchebag prick, I’m not f*****g scared. Give me the damn phone.” Farak and I smirk at each other briefly, looking back at Nate with all seriousness before he notices. He is staring down at the landline phone, scratching the back of his head while dialing the number for Alpha Max. We listen intently, our ears perking up as he answers.

Chapter 3 Tanya’s POV I'm Tanya Snow. I’m also an assassin/agent. While I was working out, my private phone suddenly rang. I quickly grabbed it and checked who was calling. When I saw it was Ana’s number, I immediately answered while wiping the sweat off my face. "Hel—" I hadn't even finished my greeting when the person on the other line spoke. "Mommy said you should call her later after this call, Ninang," said Baby Enno, without a hint of emotion.

“Thank you for...” “Ah, please.” Lauran smiled widely at her. “Call me Fran.” “He’s the coolest, Nat.” Doreen slipped an arm around her waist, “And he’s agreed to start you off in the private circles, for two-fifty a session... provided you pass the test.” “Uh... test?” She looked at the two of them and a strange tingle of excitement mingled with fear rushed through her. “Yes.” Lauran nodded his head. “You will entertain two of my very regular private clients this evening. If they have a good time, I’ll hire you for a three days a week on private gigs, two fifty each gig.”

he said and hung up. "Cindy Benson" Bryan called out loud staring at the sky. "Your nightmare just began, get ready to pay for your father's sins"

"Is it a spam call?" Fern shook her head before finally answering. "Hello?" "Miss Thompson? President Eugene wants me to convey to you that he hopes you can pay the money you owe him as soon as possible." It was Eugene's assistant, who had been calling her the past two days to urge her to pay up. Fern took a deep breath. Even if she were in the best mood, it would all be ruined by now. "I know. Tell him that I’ll pay him back immediately once I have money!"

“It could be your overactive imagination, the just some unbalanced electrical charges in the room. Why don’t you just call her? You’ve never had any problem with women in the past and if she’s as highly charged as you say, you two could ignite a lot more than just a few asperities.” Nate reached in his pocket and pulled out Anna’s business card with her call phone number scrawled on the back. He looked at it, then put it back in his pocket. Bibi gave him a stern look, so he took the card out again along with his cell phone and pressed the keypad. “I probably should have waited until I got home,” he said to Bibi, waited for the call to connect. “Calling from a bar isn’t the best impression, b

Ann frowned. “Then who is this and how did you get my number?” She asked, briefly removing the phone from her ear to check the caller ID before returning it to her ear. “I don’t have your number saved and this is my personal phone. So who is this?” Ann demanded haughtily, tapping her foot impatiently. “Erm... this is Allan, Beta Allan, my Luna. Alpha Nocturne asked me to call to ascertain your whereabouts.” “Oh...” Ann answered as the color drained from her face and Maeve sniggered in her head.?