It Calls Me And No One Knows Novels & Stories

the deep unfamiliar voice met the walls of my eardrums. "Who is this?" I questioned, mortified by the unknown caller. "You don't need to know who I am" the caller said with so much confidence in his voice. "If you don't spill I'll make sure I track you and have you arrested" I threatened. Who the fuck is this? Who does he think he is? It's quite disturbing to have an unknown number call me and act like a boss over me. It cant be a fan or a lover of my work because my personal number is hidden from the public. No one has my personal number except my old friends and my family members.

“Next Friday. Playoff qualifiers.” Alicia hummed. “And he wants you in the front row, wearing his jersey.” I chuckled, shaking my head. Life was good. For once, it felt like all the chaos had settled into something steady and hopeful. But then my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. Unknown caller. I frowned and answered, “Hello?” A deep, professional-sounding voice came through the line. “Good morning. Am I speaking with Miss Coleen Maine?” “Yes, this is she.”

I tried to distract myself, moving around the living room, straightening things that were already in place, checking my phone again and again as if it would suddenly explain his absence. But nothing came. No message. No call. Just silence. A strange feeling settled in my chest — not fear exactly, but uneasiness. The kind you can't explain, the kind that makes your heart restless for no clear reason. I was about to call him when my phone suddenly rang. The sound startled me. I looked at the screen. An unknown number. For a second, I hesitated. Then I answered. "Hello?" I said. There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a calm but urgent voice.

When they had contacts and informants and trackers all over the world? My phone rang suddenly, the sharp sound cutting through my spiraling thoughts. I pulled it from my pocket and looked at the screen, and my blood ran absolutely cold when I saw the name displayed there. Unknown Number. But I knew exactly who it was. There was only one person who would be calling me right now, only one person who would have this particular number that I'd tried so hard to keep secret. I answered the call with trembling hands and brought the phone to my ear, not saying a word.

I was just in the middle of playing when I received a call from an unregistered number. "Hello?" I call on the other line. Even though I don't know who it is, I just answered it because it might be important. [I heard that you have already returned home.] Replied the other line. slightly nook or and immediately stared at the screen of my phone to see the caller's number. Who is this? Do I know you? I can't help but ask in my mind and when it hurts I still scratch my forehead. [It’s me, Quir. Can't you noticed voice me?]

“And you're worried about that, I'm surprised.’’ I twisted my gaze, focusing on the road outside the windshield. “I'm worried about you. Your love life has barely started and your woman might be ripped apart soon.’’ He taunted right back. My phone buzzed out, and I checked the caller ID to see it was an unsaved number. I never took unknown calls since the year I turned eighteen, it could be some crazy bastard trying to track my location and launch an attack. “Who is it?’’ Alan asked when he didn't hear me take the call. ‘‘I dunno.’’ Our ride went on silently like that till we arrived at the hospital. The persistent son of a nobody had rang my phone about four times before deciding to give up

They were fighting in front of me and all I wanted right now was to just need some fresh air. Suddenly, the conversation has been cut off when my phone rings again. The call is coming from an unknown number again It's not registered just like when Maecey called me earlier. But who is it is time? "I need to pick us up," I said and then went away. Their arguments continued and no one bothered to follow me—actually no, because Yul followed me. I didn't mind him and just answered the call. "Hello?" I said as soon as I picked up the call.

As I gathered my things to head over to Amelia's place, my mind buzzed with concern for her and her younger siblings. Before I could step out, my phone rang, displaying an unknown number. It rang three times, but whenever I answered, there was no response, only silence on the other end.

He never missed a call or called me late. I stared at my phone, hoping he would call. Moments later, my phone rang. I answered it immediately without even looking at who the caller was. “Hello, Mr. Flint. You made me anxious. I’ve been waiting for your call,” I immediately spoke. But the line was quiet. “Is this Ariana Greyson?” It appeared as a woman's voice. I checked the caller, and it was an unknown number. How did she know my name? Where did she get this number? This number is for my important transactions only. It's strange she knew my number.

Just as I was about to fade off into the darkness, there is a vibration in my pocket as a call comes in. Unknown number. So I answer, yet after a few heavy breaths, the caller finally speaks. “I need your help, Colton.”