Got My Number Novels & Stories

I snapped "I'm so sorry but the owner of this phone got into an accident and was admitted last night, we were only able to get the phone from the paramedics this morning, and your number happened to be the one in her emergency contacts, and we've been trying to call but it's been out of coverage," She said and I nodded I had added my number in her emergency contact myself when she kept saying she forgot to do so "Can...can you repeat what you just said?" A lump made its way to my throat as I straightened up, my lips sinking deep into my teeth

“Better not be you girl, I cannot- I held those words. The very last of them stuck in my throat as I stared at my vibrating phone, the screen. The number there. I’d recognize it anywhere. Recognize it anytime. It was his number. His number from back then and…he hadn't changed it. Stupid bastard hadn’t changed his number and was calling me right now. Calling my phone. How did he get my contact?? Or was I overreacting right now? It could be someone else. Right? Gingerly I took the call, breath steady. No noise. But the moment I heard the first words, the hello, I just knew it.

I went through my phone only to see I don’t have her number, I texted Ryan to get her number and send it to me so I can speak to her.

As far as I know, there are only a few people who has my number and I never just give it to anyone. Maybe this is just a case of a wrong number. So I decided to just block it. But just as I was about to hit the block button, another message from the same number popped in. Unknown number: This is Craige, by the way. Desiree’s friend. I asked for your number earlier before you left. Oh. Right. There’s someone new I gave my number to. Me: Good thing you introduced yourself. I was just about to block your number. Craige: Goddamn Desiree.

It was truly him. “Why are you calling me, dear? And how did you even get my number?” I grabbed the phone from the bed and walked into the bathroom with it. Zayn and the others were waiting for me downstairs so I had to hurry. I put the phone on the sink and proceeded to brush my teeth. “I got your number from my dad.” He answered one of my questions. “Your dad?” I tried my best to speak though I had a toothbrush in my mouth. “And how did your dad get my number?” I was intrigued.

I stared at my phone, my eyes fixed on the text message. How did he even get my number? I hadn't given it to him, and I certainly hadn't posted it on my socials. But then again, he was a billionaire. Getting someone's phone number was probably child's play for him.

The familiar voice freaked her out as she paused" Kelvin??" "Correct! Can't believe you still recall my voice. that's great" "How did you get my number ..don't tell me you went to my work place again?!" "No no ...well actually I got it directly from your phone" "My phone? how come?" She asked curiously. "Well last night...you recalled you slept off on my shoulder so I took you home and then managed opening your phone by asking the sleepy you the password and then took your friend's number with your number"

I mumbled to myself. I pick up my phone and dial a number. “Have you gotten any information on her?” I ask the person on the other line. “Yes, sir.” He responds.

I said, but right at that moment, I received a message. My brows furrowed, as I wondered who that could be. I switched on the cell phone in my hand, and as I clicked on the message… I would not lie… I was a bit impressed. How was he able to get my phone number? This might not be the official phone number I use mainly for my business. But to think that he was able to get his hands on it, was enough to tell me that he was not an ordinary person. “What is it, Gina?”. Nicholas asked me.

I shook my head to answer his confusion. “Oh! My mistake.” he get his phone from his pocket and fiddled with it. After a while I heard my phone beep. “That’s my personal number. You can call or text that cell number anytime, honey. I’ll answer you as fast as I can.” he said and winked at me. There is a naughty smile displaying on his lips. “How did you get my number?” I asked in shock. I never give him my phone number. “I have my ways.” he answered and smirked at me.