Mr Wrong Number Novels & Stories

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?

The lady informed him. "Okay thank, I really appreciate the service." Mr Rutherford said, then hung up. Everyone turned to stare at Mr Roberts. "Well.. when I called, I didn't call that particular lady. The one I called, might have not found the data's correct." He uttered in denial.

*** Sorry for missing two updates, but I will update this till Friday to make up! ***

" I mused. ‘Life doesn't go the way we want everytime’ I consoled myself, and then sighed. Finally accepting defeat, I picked up my phone to return Mr. Mark's call but a strange number caused a glitch and Mr. Mark call couldn't go through. My phone began to ring. Picking it up, I heard a masculine voice utter. “Is this Mr. Brown?. Mr. Marvis of Richwell Bank speaking..." My heart began to race instantaneously, that I almost thought I would have an attack. “We have reconsidered and as a body, we resorted to pick the Fraud Detect Ai" “Congratulations on a job well done, Mr. Brown! It's a pleasure to work with you" I squealed unconsciously. “I appreciate your kind words! Thank you very much, si

Like my little sneaky wife, Ava. There's a brief pause on the other end of the call before Mikhail replied; "Understood, Pakhan." I hung up without another word, my mind already shifting back to the delicate balance I had to maintain. One wrong move and everything comes tumbling down. I would become a laughing stock to the many enemies I had.

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?"

“He eats hearts. He doesn’t do portals. He hunts. That means ground war. That means he’s bringing packs with him.” “How many?” Caiden asks. He’s back on his feet. Rifle gone. Blade out. “Blackmire had two hundred before they vanished,” Wrath says. “Assume all.” Two hundred. Plus one kid who can level tanks by crying. Against our three hundred seventy. “Not good odds,” Mercy says. “Good,” Draven says. He steps forward. Finally. Alpha again. “Because we don’t fight odds. We fight enemies.” He looks at me. “Mother. What’s his weakness?”

I quickly dialed him. “We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service.” Son … of … a … bitch.

Then, turning to me with a kind smile, he added, “Thankfully, Sabrina has good taste.” Aaron stared at me in disbelief. “No, this has to be a mistake.” He then turned to me with a hopeful look and asked, “Sabrina, it's a mistake, isn't it? There’s been some kind of mix-up, right? You chose me that day, but somehow your grandpa got it wrong and chose Ethan, didn’t he?” I found it laughable. I looked at him coldly and replied, “No. From the very beginning, it was Ethan. If you think you're worthy of marrying me, dream on.”