Novel & Cerita I Look Real Good Today Ringtone

Alice.. Ring ring ring. I could hear the sound of my ringtone resonating in the entire shop from where it was being charged. "Ma'am, your phone is ringing." One of the apprentice said as she brought my phone to me. I was currently at the salon making my hair and doing my nails. Nothing brings me joy these days so I thought I needed a new look. The look I'm going for is the one that would sweep anyman off his feet. One that can seduce even the president of the United States.

how on the earth she has so much energy? I get a very good idea to take my revenge. I smiled an evil smile. Zee saw my smile and know that I was about to do something. I got up from my chair and took my phone out and placed it slowly on Noori's ear. Zee gave me her phone and I dialed my number. Did I forget to mention that I have the best ringtone ever but according to others it's the worst ringtone in the world? As my phone starts ringing, we heard a loud shout and obviously, that was from Noori. What a good sister I am. I rolled with laughter and Zyana was leaning on the table laughing. She recorded the whole scene. Oh, I just love her.

"What…" At that moment, a sweet ringtone rang. Halsey's phone was buzzing. Sierra's sharp eyes immediately caught the caller ID—Mr. Lane.

Ring~ Ring~ Have you ever had the feeling of destroying your alarm clock, because it disrupted your sleep. Like just throw it across the room so hard that it actually shatters when it crashes the wall. I have been so tempted to do it every morning, but then I remember my phone is actually my alarm clock. Even though the feeling of still smashing it across the wall still doesn't fade, I just try to calm myself with a little bit of music in the morning. But that didn't manage to calm me down today, I was still in a bad mode after listening to my playlist. Then again, when am I ever in a good mood for school?

I said in a careful tone. "Just drive.. where are we going?" She asked and I started the car. "One of my favorite restaurant." I said. "Is it your birthday or is today a speci-" "Nope, just want to cheer you up." I simply said and I started to drive. I turned on my radio and they played Ed Sheeran's Perfect. "I hate this song." Rosie commented and I chuckled. "Well.. I love this song." I said and startes to sing along. "He's a slave of love." Rosie commented and I chuckled.

When my cell phone vibrate on the side, I was laying on my bed with my arm covering my eyes, trying to block out the mid-morning sun that was streaming through the window. I groaned and rolled to the side, stretching my arm out to reach for it. Every single one of my muscles protested at the slight movement. My whole body hurts from the massive work I’ve been doing. I think I will spend my day at the spa today, massage is what I need right now. Finally catching my phone with my fingertips, I pressed it to my ear and stared up at the ceiling. "Yeah what?" I barked into the phone, already annoyed by the person calling. The only number I set a different ringtone, is the person calling me; he ba

On our seventh anniversary, Don Leonardo Luciano gave me an eight-carat pigeon's-blood ruby ring. He told me it was a family heirloom, passed from one Donna to the next. "Camilla, I can't give you a wedding yet, but in my heart, you're already my wife." My eyes filled with tears as I slipped it onto my finger. Then I asked my best friend, Nora Bennett, to examine it after her shift at the auction house. She held it under a lamp and slowly turned the stone. A ring of crimson light appeared inside it. "This isn't a natural ruby." "How is that possible? Leonardo gave it to me. It's a family heirloom." Nora frowned. "Really? I heard every piece of Luciano family jewelry bears a gold lion crest.

she said, keeping the gadget inside her bag again. "A Happy Working Song?" I ask, doubting myself if the person in front of me is not a woman but a child. Why would she have a Disney song as her alert tone? "A Happy Working Song," she confirmed, looking proud at her ringtone, and then looked at the cards.

I could hear her heartbeat racing anxiously. Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah, fah. My phone rang with that “Luther" by Kendrick Lamar ringtone. I patted my front shorts pocket and then dug my hand into it. I took out my mobile and stared down at the screen. Cheryl’s name flashed. My expression changed, and I glanced up at Penn. It was really bad timing. Penn saw who was calling. Her features twisted with hurt before she forced a laugh and rolled her eyes.

For our fifth anniversary, I planned to bid on a pink diamond ring. A young woman outbid me. I followed her outside to ask if she would consider selling it to me. She stood at the curb, showing the ring on her hand to the friend who had come with her. "I'm already tired of this one. "So my boyfriend told me to pick out something I liked for our first anniversary." I stopped. She would never part with an anniversary gift. Reese was busy handling the smuggling trade along the coast and could not come with me. He had only said he would not be home for dinner and told me to buy myself something nice to celebrate. When I heard her say her boyfriend had a candlelit dinner waiting for her, I smiled