If Heaven Had A Phone Novels & Stories

Groaning, I threw my phone on the couch without caring about where it landed before running my fingers through my hair. Fuck. What did I do? I yawned, bringing my buzzing cell to my ear, catching the time as I did. It was almost nine p.m. Did I sleep for so long? "Hello?" "Hey, Heaven," I recognised the voice as soon as she spoke. "Hey, Maria. Didn't know it was you." I tried to laugh but it came out like I was being chuckled. "Is anything wrong?" "Yeah? Why?" I chuckled. Really, this time. "It's late."

~Before the Surprise~ [Hecate] I've been meaning to surprise Hestia but I haven't found the right time yet, but right now, I think it's finally the right time to surprise her. I connected my satellite phone to my regular phone so I can ask for some help. I first contacted Skye on face time, and after a few seconds, she answered the phone angrily. She looked at me with pure displeasure on her face, and I can see her lips is kiss swollen.

Vennessa purred, her fingers lingering on his hand, tracing slow, distracting circles against his skin. "The pact might technically start tomorrow, but you are already pushing your luck." ​Ryan let out a low, rough chuckle, his gaze dropping to her lips before he leaned back in his leather chair, his hand turning to catch hers and loop their fingers together. "Babe, it was an urgent ping from the Sinclair team. If I don't handle it now, they're going to bomb my phone all Saturday." ​"Let them bomb it. That's what voicemail is for," Vennessa replied smoothly, a seductive yet firm smile on her lips.

It was none other than Christina. I met her sharp, disdainful gaze and calmly extended my hand. "Give me back my phone." Without hesitation, she swung her arm and slammed my phone hard onto the ground. "You bitch! Weren't you the one who refused to answer my calls? What's the point of even keeping this phone?" Glancing at the broken screen, she raised her chin defiantly. "Let's see how you plan to bother my husband now! You're dressed like a beggar, for heaven's sake! How dare you still dream of seducing a man? You'd be better off picking up trash instead!"

HEAVEN. The day stretched on, but I couldn’t focus on anything. Adrian’s distance weighed on me. I wanted to help, but how do you help someone who refuses to be helped? I was still lost in thought when my phone rang. Unknown Number. I frowned before answering. “Hello?” Silence. And then “You should leave him.” The voice was distorted, mechanical. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Who is this?” “No good can come from being with Adrian. Walk away while you still can.”

He found the burner phone he had hidden there and switched it on. The phone came to light and displayed some digits, and Adrian clicked the number 3. He put the phone to his ear as the receiver’s deep voice came through. “What a pleasant surprise Mr Grey”. Adrian swallowed hard; he didn't know if he was making a big mistake at the moment; this was the toughest he had to deal with, and crossing this bridge might leave him with blood splatters on his conscience. Was he ready to go down that path? “Mr Grey, are you there?”

The kind people underestimated. “Ah, you’re awake,” he said with a nod. “Good. You’ve been sleeping most days.” He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe. “I still haven’t gotten hold of a phone we can borrow. Most folks here don’t use them. We’re… old-fashioned.” A shrug. “That phone you used? Found it in the forest months ago. Already half-dead. Now it’s… fully dead.” I swallowed hard. “Right.” No phone. No signal. No quick way out of here.

There was nothing else he could do about it. People come and go. Life goes on. The world doesn’t stop moving for anyone. They had no choice but to go along with the flow of their lives and try to make every single day count. This was the end of Matthew Laurier and Allison Whitney’s story. When Matthew neared his car, he felt his phone vibrating inside his pocket. When he took it out and glanced at the screen, he saw Lily’s name on the caller ID and smiled. “Hi, Matt,” she greeted once he accepted the call. “Where are you right now? I miss you.”

“Of course, but in case, I set it up for you” I nod, “Thank you” grinning like mad I skip back to the couch, I can’t I have my own phone “Does it have f******k?” my fingers tap on the colorful applications on the screen. I’ve held a phone a few times, though this one seems a little different from the one dad had. I click on the music app and scroll through. it I pocket the phone after a while. I’ve only ever asked Kent about it, and like me, he doesn’t seem to remember much. “what do you know about sacred heart?”

She’d forgotten all about him in the space of the last few seconds, and the high emotion her sister had been evoking. In her shock, she lifted her head and her cellphone dropped to the ground with a tinny clatter. Sébastien swiftly bent and picked it up. An irate voice could be heard on the other end. “Cassandra? Cassandra Applegate!” Cassandra couldn’t take her eyes off Sébastien. She took her cellphone back, lifted it to her ear, and talked in a vague tone. “Orla, someone’s just arrived. I’ll call you later, okay?”