Gartic Phone Prompt Novels & Stories

However, before he finished speaking, a cold voice sounded over the phone, “Garth Santos.” Hearing this voice, Garth was taken aback and quickly picked up the phone. This scene also stunned the guards who were standing at attention in the yard. For Old Master Santos to take the call so nervously, the identity of the person on the line must not be that simple!

Satine ordered. “Why?” Aldric asked, making a face. “For the love of god its like talking to a child. For my number. So when you do come to your senses I don't have to worry about you slaughtering any of my men when you try to come back. So you can just freaking call me instead of showing up in the middle of the night. Stalker.” Satine blurted out as she rubbed the sides of her head with her finger tips. Adlric gritted his teeth at her as she slid his phone across the marble counter top of the kitchen island. Satine scooped it up and punched her number into his phone, saving it.

Gatlin knows he must have something on him to inform the person he wanted to and soon his guards find a small phone inside his clothes. Gatlin looked at that phone for a few minutes then he dismissed all his guards and took the servant alone in his bedroom, he wanted to take him to the study but then he remembers Adair sleeping over there. Gatlin closed the door behind and the man kneel in front of him shivering “that’s the phone I used to contact my family it had nothing to do with anything sir” Gatlin checked that phone thoroughly if not seeing its programming that phone seems normal then he made a call to himself and check the network passing from his property.

Skye said, looking around as if she was searching for any unit of phones to have the conversation with the Naharts. Gab did as Skye asked. He dialed the direct line to connect the phone from our location to where the Naharts are presently residing. “No one’s answering the phone,” Gab murmured. Even without him saying, we could all tell about it because the phone call was on loudspeaker, and it kept ringing. “Maybe they are in the yard, and no one can hear the sound of the phone ringing,” I said, trying to picture what could be the possible reason the couple was not answering the phone.

Thorne. Two agonizing minutes later, my phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number—Carter's direct line. Card number: 5500-xxxx-xxxx-xxxx. PIN: 7910. Buy whatever she wants. All of it. I stared at the message. *All of it?* The cavalier waste of it made me feel slightly ill. This project's margins couldn't be that high. What was he playing at? My fingers flew over the screen. Sir, the initial item is six figures. The profit on Emerald Greens—

My hands are shaking as I swipe to accept. "You have a call from an inmate at a correctional facility. This call is being recorded and monitored. To accept this call, press 1. To decline, hang up." "Hello," I hesitate, my voice barely a whisper. "Hey Doodle." "Dad?"

Waiting to catch me. If I ever decided to jump. He reached into the desk drawer. Pulled out a sleek black box. Opened it. The latest iPhone — glossy midnight black, brand new. He held it out — not forcing, just offering. “I had this set up for you,” he said quietly. “My number is already in it. Amara’s. Selene’s. Gideon’s. If you ever need anything — even in the middle of the night — call. Text. Whatever. I’ll answer.”

Even on my social media. But who am I kidding, Gavin does not have my phone number but then, he didn't ask for it... A beep came from my phone and I unlocked it again. It was a message from an unknown number. ‘Stone Hill Bar. 4590 Carter street. Its off the borders of the pack, in Sin City.’ The message read. Just as cold and straightforward as Gavin. I saved the number as 'Grumpy alpha' and walked out of the pack house after bidding Emily goodbye.

It’s not an ideal way of doing it, but I get a kick out of calling people randomly and jerking my member until I get someone to listen - I always get someone to listen. Today was no different, as soon as I was hard and ready to explode, I dialed up a random number and got a beautiful voice over the phone that just enticed me even more. Her voice made it easy to relax and get in the mood. “Hello and Thank you for calling Mr. Precision Tube and Lube, how can I help you today?” The voice said, stating the basic answer phrase. “I need some help,” I said as I sat stroking my meat. “How can I help you Sir?”

My thumb hovers over the call button as the twins watch me expectantly. What if she says no? What if she gets mad that I even asked? But I have to try. For them. I press the button, and the phone rings. Once. Twice. And then she answers. “Xarion?”