Missed Call Artinya Novels & Stories

But as I scrolled the log, one of the caller ID froze my thumb in place. Jane C. Thr name stared back at me with the missed call symbol beside it.

I miss you that's why I called Are celebrities allowed to miss someone? She thought and looked at the number again before putting the phone close to her ears again 📞 Why would you miss me? And how did you get my number? Nirvana asked 📞 Can't I miss a friend? 📞 Last time I checked, we didn't sign a friendship contract, so you shouldn't be mi.. Nirvana couldn't complete her statement when the door bell rang 📞 Excuse me, I have something important to do" She said and went for the door

After a moment of hesitation, she pressed the call button. "I'm sorry. The number you have dialed is not in service!" "Not in service? How is that possible?!!!"

I was there in front of the mirror when I checked my phone and saw that I had a missed call from Mike. I dialed him right away— The ringing sounded faraway, and filled the room. “Levi.” Mike's cold tone crept through the line. "Missed your call,” I rasped. “Any problem. " I gritted through my teeth. " What are you going to do about the latest development?" His question left me puzzled, the more I tried the harder it was for me to comprehend with whatever he was speaking about. " I don't understand. " " You haven't heard. " It was his turn to act all surprised.

I listened, smiling, letting his excitement pull me out of my head. When my phone vibrated, I glanced at it briefly. Missed call - Unknown Number. My chest tightened. I waited until we were home before checking properly. One missed call. No message. But I knew. My fingers trembled slightly as I slipped the phone into my pocket. “I’ll be right back, okay?” I told Nico. “Just need to take a call.” “Okay,” he said easily, already distracted. I stepped away, my heart racing, and checked again.

Nathan’s Pov "Thirty-five missed calls?! Shit!" I called back. My assistant's voice came out breathless and desperate. Like the whole building was on fire. "Mr. Hayes, your mother's been calling nonstop. Mr. Morgan's been calling. Everyone's been calling. You missed the meeting. The supply chain meeting." I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at the screen. Thirty-five missed calls. My mother. My assistant. Richard. Truly, everyone has been calling.

Hmm. “Sweet,” I muttered, resting my back on the seat. I took out my phone and saw I had sixteen missed calls. How? When? They were all from the same number. Chris’s number. Ugh.

Because I saw twenty-one missed calls. All from George. Jesus. I checked the time and it was almost eight in the morning. "Oh, my God," I whispered. I was already running late for work. My throat tightened as I scrolled through the notifications, my hands shaking. Missed Call — 11:02 PM. Missed Call — 11:07 PM. Missed Call — 11:15 PM. And it went on. All through the night. The last one was at 3:47 AM.

I guess we shall see how many missed calls I was expecting since I was not paying attention to anyone else all morning, which was not my usual thing to do. The phone chimed a simple chime when it finally turned on and waited for all the apps to get loaded. I looked at the message bar at the bottom of the phone, to see the phone icon indicator showing how many missed calls I had. I was shocked. Only 34 missed calls?! Well, I thought it would be more than that. I chuckled to myself a bit. I kept my head in a downward position as I looked back up at our Mate with my eyes and she was still sitting there staring at the plate. Occasionally, she would look over in my direction, as I was right next

* As Hunter drove through the city’s bustling jammed streets on his way home, he absentmindedly checked his phone, only to discover three missed calls from Natasha. “When did she call that I couldn’t receive?” Confusion clouded his expression; he hadn’t noticed the calls during the meeting. A quick glance at the timestamp revealed they coincided with the crucial hours of the client discussion. Realization struck him—the phone had been tucked into his coat pocket, explaining the missed calls. Concern etched his features as he attempted to return Natasha’s call, but the server responded with an unreachable message. Frustration welled up at the sequence of events, and Hunter’s hands slammed ont