Mr Wrong Number Novels & Stories

I wanted to stop but I needed the dopamine. My ringing phone made me jerk back to life and we both flinched apart from each other. With an awkward cough, I strolled to where it was, cleared my throat again and put it up to my ear. "Hey, yeah, um… who is it… sorry, I meant hello?" I called into the phone, still unable to recover from the fact that I could still feel his hands on my breasts. "I'm sorry, I don't know a Cornelius, you probably have the wrong number." I shook my head at the caller, drawn back to reality by now.

WRONG NUMBER “Shit!” Arielle Lawson cursed under her breath as her bag slipped off the bar counter, spilling its entire contents across the floor for the uninterested crowd of Midnight Halo Lounge, Manhattan to see. She stared at the mess absentmindedly through her increasingly blurry vision, wondering how she was supposed to gather whatever remained of her dignity. A part of her knew that if she stood up too quickly, she’d land face-first on the cold, filthy tiled floor. Her legs were already betraying her, softened by whisky and regret.

Trying two more times I gave up after the system warned that another attempt would lock the phone. I know I didn’t type it wrong. There’s only one possibility. Misha changed his password.

They look over at me and I ask, "What is the bank routing number and account number to wire it to?" One of them comes over and tells me, "1000944222 and 213450987 is the bank account number." Satisfied, he turns back to the other man and they continue their discussion. "Oh, sorry. I couldn't figure out at first why you were giving me numbers. Anyway, they are out there now. Get down." I hang up and tell them, "It's all done. Within an hour you will have it in your bank account and you will be able to call and verify it." Just as I say that I hear a loud bang and the door breaks down.

Mrs Wright lied taking the phone in her hand and winking at me. " When are you going to send her back? It's been more than two hours," he whined over the call making my face go red due to shyness as the gang of Mom's friends gave me a teasing smile. " Why? I don't think we guys had enough fun yet. Moreover, we're planning to stay the whole day out today. You will get her at night " Mrs Wright teased Maverick.

Wright said to himself as he giggled. He dialed Mr. Patrick's number, and sadly, it was not connecting. He became so frustrated and remembered he also had to pay Rosy, and his blood pressure got high. After thinking for a long time, he decided he had to call Rosy about a delay in his payment to her. He dialed Rosy's number, and it rang, but Rosy didn't answer the phone. He called again, and finally, Rosy answered. "Rosy I need your help." Mr. Wright said as his voice had reduced drastically.

I called him again and the number is already not available. Damn it!

It rang for a long time and he started wondering if the number had expired because this card looked at least a few hundred years old, but just when he was about to hang up, the call was answered. "M&M company," a croaky voice said. "How may we help you?" Logan looked at the number on the card and the number on the phone to make sure they were the same. M&M? He frowned. "Um, this is alpha Logan from the Moonshadow pack, I wanted to -" and the call was hung up. Logan's frown deepened. He pressed the redial button on the phone for it to call the last number, but he heard, "The number you have dialed does not exist."

Shame, fear, and a strange, dark thrill mixed together in my chest until I could barely breathe. I typed with shaking hands. Me: Who is this? The reply came almost immediately, the notification lighting up my dark room like a warning. Unknown Number: It’s Mr. Williams. This is my personal number. You might as well save it as daddy since that’s what you’ll be calling me from now henceforth. Don’t be late tomorrow.

I try to reassure myself that I did everything I could; I planned every minuscule detail. All he had to do was turn up, surely even Drew can’t have screwed that up….. It’s then that I remember we’re talking about Drew. Mr Brown may believe that he is brimming with potential, but as far as I’m concerned - he’s brimming with shit. I once again, hit redial. But, once again it goes to voicemail. “Drew… listen, can you please just call me back and let me know how it went? You know how important this client is to me. Come on, please put me out of my misery.”