Godzilla Roar Ringtone Novels & Stories

Many amateurs had died when they hit rocks hidden beneath the surface. My ringtone, an obscure hard metal song called “Stains,” shook me out of my reverie. I took the call outside with the excuse that it was too loud in the bar to hear anything. The truth was I wanted to get away from my colleagues. Outside, in the warm June night, it had just started to rain. A crack of thunder shook the ground and drowned out my voice as I answered. “Hello?” “Hello, is this Thena Robert?” “Who’s calling?” I shouted above the downpour.

'Ring Ring' 'Ring Ring' While Kiara was in her bedroom to change clothes, Noah was waiting outside for her. Hearing a different ringtone from his pocket, he took the cellphone out of his pocket. Noticing that the cell phone actually belongs to Kiara, he informed Kiara. "Kiara you gotta call." Noah informed loudly and spoke after a knock. "Who is it?" Kiara asked back. Noah looked at the screen. Reading the caller I'd named, he got a little confused. But anyway he informed me. "Some, 'Loan Jones'."

The crisp ringtone sounded unusually clear in the dead silence of the showroom. Everyone's eyes darted toward me at the same time. Paul froze, staring at me in disbelief. I pulled my phone out of my suit's inner pocket in a composed manner. The caller ID on the screen read, "Paul Roland". I swiped my finger across the screen. "Hello?" I answered the call, staring calmly at Paul, whose face had turned pale. My voice traveled clearly through the phone and even echoed through the pin-drop silence in the showroom.

[Vivian's POV] The ringtone was a knife slicing through the dark. I froze, my back pressed against the cold metal of the car door. My body was still throbbing from the orgasm Leo had just given me, my skin sticky with sweat and his seed. But now, that heat turned to ice. I knew that ringtone. It was Kaelen's phone. And it was coming from inside the Rolls-Royce right behind us. I recognized it was Kaelen's car.

It’s from Bhyron’s number. I can almost hear that dark baritone in my head as I read it; “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. Be careful, you might get burnt.” I block him in a heartbeat. *** That night, at exactly two thirty in the morning, my ringtone pierces the quiet, dark air. I groggily pick up the phone and press it against my ear without looking at the caller ID. A second later, Aunt Ophelia’s frantic voice almost sends me to the land of the deaf.

The guy with those dark green eyes and with that weird feather and skin bone feet reach out for his pocket slowly, not breaking into contact at Omeo eyes, once again sending countless shivers down to Omeo spine. Finally, a radio appeared Ring! Ring! Rriinggg! The ringing tone sounded as the atmosphere barely condensed… It was then brought up to the guy lips when the ringing sound sounded in the quiet and tense surrounding as the strange guy said in a weird but cold tone to the other side that answered his call, "Experiment Guinea Pig 0000005 is ready to evolved" “It’s so fast” the other of the side of the phone immediately gives off a reply as the eyes that was exposed to the outside widened

Then a third time. Then it started ringing. The ringtone was the default one I had never bothered to change and it was loud in the quiet of the loft and Darin pulled back just enough to see my face. I reached into my pocket with the hand that was not currently pressed flat against the wall to keep me upright and looked at the screen. Lola. Her name sat there on the display, bright and insistent, ringing for the fourth time. Darin looked at the screen. His jaw tightened. His hand on my neck stayed put, but felt different, the grip becoming something that was less comfort and more possession, his fingers pressing slightly tighter against my pulse.

Vibrating. Brzzt.brzzt.brzzt. Then it rang again. That apple ringtone is noise! I answered the call. Before I could speak, I was yelled at on the other line. +63905******5 "Hey! Where did you go?! Huh?! Come here to the Bench. Hurry up! We're going home! I'm too lazy to go in!" he said annoyed on the other line. "Wait. Who is this huh?! You can shout!! The person you are talking to is not deaf." I said. Is it a good idea to shout at me?

I still have him. "Zoya, I've been so dang worried. I need to know where you are." I glance around, trying to remember any detail about the place. "Right now I'm in the middle of nowhere, but there's a mountain and..." The rest of my words are cut off. Ragnar yanks the phone out of my hand. "Give it back! I'm not done!" "Zoya... Zoya, are you there..." My hands clench into fists, but Ragnar holds the phone away from me. His claws extend around it, smashing it to bits.

I brought him in the front fucking door. The next thing I feel is Raf’s hand on my uninjured shoulder. Slowly, his voice filters into my ears. “…all done, boss. They’re dead.” I drop the guns on the floor. Along with the voice, I can now hear the most irritating song I’ve ever heard in my life. “Who is playing that?” I roar. Raf points a little shakily to my pocket, where I can see the glowing screen of my phone. It’s my goddamn ringtone. I rip the device out of my pants, and it takes all my willpower to answer the call instead of shattering the whole thing.