Mr Wrong Number Novels & Stories

Did she call? Madison picked up her phone. "She sent a text after she left." She handed him the screen. Raymond read silently. Madison. I am sorry, but I won't be able to come back to the office. My mother's condition is worse than I thought. I'll update you as soon as I know more. Please apologize to Mr. Stewart on my behalf. That was it. Just an apology. For some reason, that bothered him. *** Several hours later, Marilyn sat inside a consultation room at Mediterranean Hospital.

Wright's conversation. " Sir, I did as you told. " " But sir, if Miss Risa gets any doubt about the... " I pushed the door without knocking on the door. " Mrs.Wright " I called out. Mrs.wright turned back and hide her cell phone behind her back after hearing my voice. " R..isa" she stammered. " I forgot to take the application.," I said while pointing towards the table. " oh, you can. you can take it," she said with a smile as she immediately hanged up the call and looked at me. I noted her moment but didn't ask. I took the application and moved out.

He takes a few seconds to think. He is a heedful person, I bet he seldom makes mistakes like this, I can tell that from his incredulous facial expression. After he takes his time to accept the fact that he had the wrong number, he refers back to Henry Nosrevi’s application form and keys in the contact number again. This time, he double checks it. Once again, he taps on the green button and raises his phone to his ear. Remaining silent, the both of us wait patiently for the caller tune to be heard.

He did not think much about it and answered the call according to his usual habits. Madam Marilyn’s voice sounded over the other end of the line. “Hello, Sir, I’m going out right now, so I may not be able to wait for your delivery. Please put my courier in the property center. I’ll go and pick it up when I get back.” Charlie said casually, “Sorry, you may have called the wrong number.” “Huh?!” Madam Marilyn exclaimed and said, “Let me see... Oh, I’m sorry, I really called the wrong number. I’m sorry to bother you!”

The woman then picked up a walkie-talkie and spoke to someone on the other end. North turned to me, and I simply nodded, waiting until the employee began to explain. “We apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. Wynter. Let us explain. The reservation under Mr. North Wynter’s name was made first, but the front desk made a mistake because the phone reservation made by Mr. Jared Nelson wasn’t recorded by room number.” “So what’s your solution?” asked North, who was starting to look annoyed. He must have been exhausted from spending the whole day with me, and just when he was hoping to relax in the special room he’d imagined—one that might make me feel comfortable and help me reminisce about the pas

The waiter around thirty five grinned slightly at the butler who was currently staring at her earnestly. "Actually one week ago I made a mistake." "What mistake?" urged the butler with a serious face. Her forehead, which was filled with wrinkles, seemed to wrinkle deeply as she waited for one of her woman to make a confession. Really she didn't know that Angela had just made a mistake. "I dropped the late Mrs Sarah's picture frame in Mr Elvis's den while cleaning his room one week ago." "Then?" Magda urged impatiently. All the servants who were there were just as impatient as Magda. For them the mistake that Angela had made was a fatal mistake because all this time Elvis was known as a fierc

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT(MMR) * * * #01 "There all done" The makeup artist Brian had told to make me up said to me. I felt the tears coming out from the corner of my eyes. "don't you want to see how it looks?" she asked again but this time placing the mirror in front of me. I took it from her and threw it on the floor making it smash into a million pieces. My life is being ruined and I can't seem to do anything about it. I can't believe I'm getting married to this arrogant bastard.

I say confused. "Could be a wrong number, but whoever it is, seems important to them. Doesn't hurt to check." He shrugs. I ask the matra de if there is a phone I can use, and he points me to the payphones just on the outside of the restaurant. I tell Scott to go ahead and get our table and order me a Dr. Pepper please, I would be right back. I dial the number and it's picked up after one ring. "Marriott on the Riverwalk, this is Jennifer how may I help you?" A woman's voice comes on the line. That's the hotel we are in. How did they get my number?

~••~Ava~••~ My thumb hovered above the cell phone in my hand, particularly at Dmitri's number. Father said I shouldn't call, but how could I relay a message without calling them? But then again, this wasn't even about them. Taking in a deep breath, I dialled the number. After a few rings, the call connected. "Dmitri." I said and heard his sharp intake of breath. "Ava..." He said exasperatedly, "Father said you shouldn't use the cell again."

Marcel is halfway through a story about a business deal that nearly collapsed when my phone lights up on the table. Unknown Number. My stomach drops. I decline the call. He glances at the screen, then at me. "Everything okay?" "Yep." My phone buzzes again. A text this time. ANSWER YOUR PHONE, LO. God, he's exhausting. "I'll be right back." Marcel nods. "Take your time." I grab my phone and head for the restroom. The moment the door swings shut behind me, the phone starts ringing again. Persistent bastard. "What?"