Gartic Phone Prompt Novels & Stories

“I doubt you’ll even be able to get through. We have a house phone, but it’s not hooked up.” Jack nodded and reached into his pocket. “Our cell service isn’t great, but most of the time we can get a call through.” He handed her his phone. “The passcode is 0319. March nineteenth.” She was looking at him questioningly, so he added, “That’s my mom’s birthday.” She hid a smile from him, and he thought he might’ve gotten a few points for not being quite as big of a dick as she’d thought he was before.

He nodded towards Luke and smiled as he said, “Daddy, make the call quickly, but you have to be nice to mommy. Persuade women, you know?” For the first time, Luke was speechless towards Danny. He wondered, Who taught him this? With a guilty conscience, Gavin swallowed and held his breath with apprehension. Luke said, “Everyone should leave. I will make the call.” Gavin nodded and was about to leave when he heard a voice from Luke’s phone saying, “Hello, the number you are calling is currently deactivated.” He called three times in a row, but received the same automated message. Luke frowned in confusion, and Gavin was also puzzled. In the restaurant a moment ago, Dexie seemed to have answere

The person who wrote that message must have turned off the phone. - It is turned off he said. He took out his phone from his pocket and called someone. - Hello Phillip? It is me. - What can I do for you? - My wife got a message from an unknown number, can you trace it? - Give me the number. - 213 - 07474557. I needed all information that you will find. Call me when you have the information. He hung up the phone caught her hand and spoke: - I will tell Benjamin to appoint you 2 bodyguards.

e? "Where the fuck are you Gabby? Come on; give anyone close to you the phone" "Yo...u me...a...n t...h...e h...ot b...a...r m...an?" She asked, hiccupping at the word "Yes, give the phone to the hot bar man" She laughed loudly as if I cracked the world funniest joke before she handing the phone to him. The deep male voice filled my phone. "Good morning, how can I help you?"

Finally, my eyes got heavier and I was beginning to drift off to sleep, then my phone started to ring. My heart leaped hoping it would be Kaden but when I picked up my phone, it was an unknown number. Who would be calling me at this hour? I furrowed my brows as I answered. Immediately, a robotic voice sounded from the other end. "This call is from an inmate at August correctional centre. This call is subject to monitoring and recording. Inmate, Peter Hastings would like to accept the charges for this collect call. To accept the charges, press 1. To refuse the call, hang up or press 2."

I thought to myself as I picked up my phone. "Hello. Am I on to Agar?" I asked, from the other side of the phone. "Yes, you are. How may I help you, Ma'am?" I heard his coarse voice say, from the other end of the phone. "I'd like to meet up with you and talk business," I said. I made sure to keep my voice as low as possible, you couldn't tell who was listening.

The receptionist tap my shoulder, she has a sweet smile on her face, “All the stylist are occupied for the moment, sir. Are you in a hurry today?” I smiled back and saw her blush, “I m not in a hurry.” I looked at everyone and smiled, “Please take your time.” What am I doing? I feel stupid. I sat down at the leather couch as I examine the phone I just bought. When I saw the phone log, I immediately dialed the numbers of Gaille. It’s ringing. My heart is leaping for joy, now I need to confirm if this is still Gaille’s number. This is Gaille Gordons, I am not available at the moment. You can leave a message after the beep.

I scroll over the received messages and I see an unknown number and I tap on it before I can help it. Hide for as long as you want, just be ready when I come calling gatita. Sent 12:03 pm 18th January I swallow hard before dropping my phone down. Fuck me!

I couldn't help but take out my phone and call Patrick. The system voice quickly came from the other side of the phone, "The number you have dialed is not in the service area or it has been turned off..."

“Sierra you know I tried to l— “Look Lisa, let us keep it professional. Just work nothing else,” I cut her off coldly. The phone rang again and I saw it was an external call. “The Enchanted Gardens, Gateway to Nirvana, thank you for calling, Sierra Lane speaking.” I repeated out the calling message that I had been taught in the morning for all incoming external calls. This was different to the internal calls between staff and guests. “Hello,” a pleasant voice said on the other end, “My name is Olga Therrins and I would like to speak to Jayden.”