Mr Wrong Number Novels & Stories

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled embarrased and covered my head with the pillow as I got a reply from Bryan. 📥 You better be ready then, Because you might not be able to take me in"

"It made an outgoing call." My heart stopped. "For how long?" "...Forty-three seconds." Damn it!!!! Then— "Who?" The technician hesitated. "I..." His fingers shook as he enlarged the screen. "The number belongs to..." His voice became barely audible. "...Bradley Castelano." Shit!!!! Everything inside me went cold. "No..." For the first time since this began… I realized—I had made a mistake. *** A deafening explosion shattered every window in the mansion. BOOM!

She needed him and everything he had to offer and if he did not want the easy way then she was going to have to do it the hard way. She picked up her phone and dialed his number, her fingers crossed and her teeth grating against each other. “Henry” She whined. “Sophia” Henry responded. “I don’t know if this is the right time to call you but I have been waiting for your call and… I was worried” Her voice dropped. “I am sorry, I have been swamped with work and I have been meaning to text you these past couple of days” He responded. Text me, my ass! Sophia fumed. Past couple of days? It has been a whole freaking month.

Unknown: Here’s what we owe you shortie. I went back to the previous message and there ai coughed, forty six thousand? They just played that away? Are they crazy? I tapped back to the other text, my fingers flying across the keys. Me: Damien? Are you sure you counted it right? Maybe that was the total amount of the game? It shows the trouble tick and my phone starts ringing. I tapped accept, I don’t even get a hello before a deep male voice travel through the speaker. “It’s all there, I made sure of it”

“And Cecilia… don’t call me after work hours, don’t call me during work hours if it doesn’t concern work either. This is not a request.” “Navy, I…” I hung up the phone before she could complete her sentence. Unable to wait any longer, I dialed Mr Dante’s number and he responded quickly, “What’s the wait?” I fumed, “it’s in Ontario!” Mr Dante replied. “The number is sent from an unregistered location. It’s going to take a little longer to pin the location since it is unregistered.” Whatever Mr Dante said after “ unregistered” was in distorted sounds, I dumped the phone on the bed and hurried into the bathroom.

Amanda asked. "That is another point, except he has another wife." Mrs. Roberts added. "You can also check for messages on that number, since Mummy sent the messages there, it is enough to prove that she is innocent right?" Mason asked. "How is that even possible when they don't even know who has the number yet? Don't you need a phone to check the messages.?" Adora asked. "That's easy. Mummy works at a telecommunication company now. They have access to informations like that." Ryan said.

Disrupting Jace’s focused attention on the phone. “I’m coming.” He gave a terse response. “Later, let me be done with this.” He added. Missy’s phone began ringing, glancing at the screen it was an unknown number. She stared for some seconds letting it ring trying to guess who could be calling her with an unknown number. The call soon rang out and before her attention could disperse the number called in again. She decided to pick and find out who herself. “Hello?” Her tone was questioning. “Yeah it is me, Anna. I just want to apologize and talk to you, I know you won’t pick my call if I call you with my number. Please I want to apologize for what I did or what have done. I’m really sorry-“

‘Hello, Mr Baird, the front desk told me Alessia had already left. Terence confirmed the information, but Connie’s questions didn’t stop there. ‘Can you give me her contact number?’ The assistant quickly glanced at Logan, who shook his head. Terence replied, ‘I’m sorry, Mrs Scott, I don’t have access to that information.’ Connie seemed unsatisfied with the answer and pressed further. ‘Doesn’t Alessia work there? Shouldn’t you have her number?’ ‘Miss Jansen has only been at Wilde Enterprises for a short time, and I haven’t obtained her phone number yet.’

It should work. But after a quick search, the concierge shook his head. “I’m sorry, but there’s no card associated with that phone number.”

“What’s your Messenger contact number?” Myra had spent the entire night dealing with the old man’s eccentric personality—she immediately gave her number to him as she knew that there would be no point trying to avoid his question. He typed her number as he walked out of her unit. “I’ve added you on Messenger; don’t forget to accept my request later.” He gave Myra a final reminder as she sent him into the elevator.