If Heaven Had A Phone Novels & Stories

He stumbled forward, hands trembling as he picked up the envelope. The flap wasn't sealed, and he tipped it upside down, spilling crisp bills over the white sheets. Not too much, and not too little. Just enough to pay him back, even accounting for inflation and interest, calculated to perfection. He fumbled for his phone, dialing her number with shaking hands. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service…" No one picked up. Then, he called his assistant, voice hoarse and on the verge of breaking, "Find Tanya! Use every resource we have, and search the airports, train stations, and the docks! Find her!'

answered the cell phone of an unknown number. “Hello, Ximena, you've reached the mother superior of the orphanage.” “Mother, a change of number, right?” “Yes, Ximena, I got on a bus, but not my cell phone; I just heard that it disconnected from my headphones, I felt horrible, I know I shouldn't be materialistic, but it hurts me. I had my contacts and the videos of the novenas that we recorded these years, besides the music that we played for the children.”

You know what you need, you know your remedy but you can't reach it. My feelings were all of these things and more. Today makes it exactly one year since Chima breezed out of my life. He had promised to give me a call as soon as he got a new phone and here I was waiting and waiting for that call that never came. Just one year and the phone he had given to me had died. I had woken up this morning to discover that the phone wouldn't power on. I did everything I could but the stupid thing won't switch on.

Jarred asked, concerned. I didn’t answer. Hade was glaring at me. I could feel it, sharp and cold. Jarred looked to his right — exactly where Hade stood. “Hey, bro, you seem cold. Want some coffee?” he joked. No one laughed. He rolled his eyes at himself and let go of my hand. “Give me your phone. I’ll give you my number.” I handed him my phone. He typed in his number — and then tapped the call button. “Sorry, you do not have enough load in your account to make this call…”

I pray that Hayden’s men would arrive soon, so that we can get out of here and Hayden can finally go to the hospital to get all his wounds tended to. I don’t know how long we sat there silently next to each other before Hayden’s phone started vibrating in his hand. The sound of his phone vibrating was like a call from heaven to save us. My eyes widened with joy when I heard the sound of his phone vibrating. By the time that the call arrived, I had already loss all track of time, and I had no idea what time it was or how long we’ve waited. “Alright. I don’t have a lot of battery so you’ve got to hurry…” Hayden spoke through the phone after he listened to the instructions from the other end.

I didn't have to open the parcel to know what was inside- it was a new bracelet made with the wood. "Fuck this crap." I hissed and trashed the parcel and their note. Severally during my breakfast, they called but I refused to answer any of their calls. They had chosen to neglect me, I could do the same to them and I would. When I got tired of their never ending calls, I switched off my phone. When I got to the street Luke and his friends had disappeared, I stopped walking. Perhaps leaving the house was a bad idea today. I tightened my hold on the straps of my bag, drawing deep breaths before I continued walking.

He stared at the phone, his finger hovering over the answer button. Henrique Ballmer stared at the device for more than ten seconds. Finally, he used his thin finger to pick up the phone and answer the call. On the other end of the line, there was the sound of liquid dripping, as if someone were pouring wine. Immediately, a hoarse male voice said, “Hello, did you get my gift? Happy birthday.” Henrique Ballmer said nothing. “Hello?” After about five seconds, just when Henrique assumed the other person would not speak again, the voice, laden with a demonic charm, spoke again: “Heh, aren't you Helena?”

I started at my phone after he ended the call, he is really a God sent, with just one phone call he lifted my sadness and sorrow. My eyes widened as a thought hit me, maybe he is truly a guardian Angel that God sent to me in this period of sadness and sorrow to help me heal. So if he isn't human but an Angel sent to help me heal that means he would one day return or be assigned to another human. I shook my head to stop my imagination from running wild, this can't be possible, supernatural things like this doesn't happen. Then again how was he able to calm me down with a single phone call and helping me heal faster than normal. A lot of things about him are not ordinary. I looked at the clock

I said to her. “How would you receive my text when your phone is bad?” She asked. “Nich got me a new phone and it would arrive soon.” I answered and hugged her. “You got what you prayed for. This is your chance, do not ruin what the universe has given freely to you.” I said to her as she got up from her seat and walked outside.

When it rang again, I pressed the accept call on the screen. “Anya,” I whispered, closing my eyes and biting my lips to stop myself from moaning, when Sky’s hand found his way, touching my satin underwear, feeling the wetness of my core. “Mooommmmmyyyy!” screamed Lyra Helene on the phone, wailing at the phone that snapped us out of this beautiful, delicious, and deliriously sweet dream. I almost dropped the cell phone as I moved away from Sky.