No Call No Life Novels & Stories

The caller didn’t pick up or return the call I called twice and got no response.

This silence was unnatural, stretching into something heavier it was wrong in a way Mike couldn’t ignore. My phone had been in my hand so long it felt like part of me, thumb hovering over Clara's name as if pressing it hard enough might pull her back into reach. Clara always called. That was the rule between us, unspoken but absolute. No matter how bad things got, no matter how deep the trouble, Clara called me. Except now, she hadn’t. By the time the thought settled into certainty that something had broken the pattern. Mike was already moving. Orders went out before panic could root itself. Names, locations, favors owed. I didn’t raise my voice; I didn’t need to.

He took the phone from me and grinned. "Josephine, hi, it's the Angel of Death and we are adopting Nowell and Jackson and dont give a flying fuck what you or octopus man have to say about it. So why don't you hang up and go back to spreading your legs and create some new kids for yourself," Rai growled fiercely and I could hear Josephine screaming back at him from my seat. I was rubbing my eyes when Hoka walked up, grabbed the phone from Rai and told us to cover our ears. We did as he asked and watched him closely speak calmly into the cell phone. When he handed me it back I uncovered my ears and said hello.

Before I could process it, the phone buzzed again. I picked up. Nina's voice came through. "Who are you? Why do you have Liam's phone?" I blurted without thinking, "I'm a god. I can see the future." She didn't miss a beat. "I'm a materialist. I don't believe in gods or ghosts." I hesitated. Then she said, "But I'm curious. Let's hear your predictions. What do you know?" Maybe if I told her, I could stop it.

But when I saw Tatiana's name on the screen, I was genuinely shocked. In both lives, we had never exchanged a private phone call. We both loved Matthew. In my past life, I refused to give him up, and she hated me for a lifetime. She even taught my own son to reject me. In this life, I retreated first. I removed myself from everything and escaped to the far Northern Territory. I never imagined we would speak at all. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Why aren't you coming back for the Full Moon Festival?" Her voice was stiff and unfriendly. It completely lacked warmth.

I grit her teeth as I look at the card, right now it was either I call him or I become homeless and become a prey to the cold world. I wasn't willing to take the risk of being homeless, so i sighed and decided to risk it all and dialed his number, and called him and placed the phone on my ear, it began to ring amd my anxiety began to get the better of me as i contemplated ending the call then I heard a voice. “Hello Scientist Rachel, I told you I will hear from you soon." Noah said in a deep baritone voice and his voice sent shivers down my spine and I glanced around as I suspected I was being watched as one question played on my mind.

Kevin pointed his finger to Darren. “You are still alive and kicking. D, you need to thankful about it. Look at me. I am dead. You are having a conversation with a ghost right now. How I wish to have my life and live it like any other person that passed by this house. Like any of our friends. You wanna know what our friends are doing right now? Let me tell you. Noah is the crazy rich guy, the billionaire, he got himself a pretty wife and they just having a baby. Not too surprise because he ate with the silver spoon the moment he was born.

Thor drove through the city streets, his mind in turmoil. His phone vibrated insistently on the passenger seat. He saw the name My Life flash across the screen — Celina — and declined the call without hesitation. Back at the penthouse, Celina sat on the couch, tears brimming in her eyes as she stared at the phone. “You can keep refusing,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. “I’m going to keep calling until you pick up.” Determined, she called again. And again. Three more times. Thor declined them all.

I have saved it as JOML, short for Joy Of My Life, with four pink love emojis for each letter. I tap on her name and select the call icon. And wait. I hear the double beeps. It goes on and on. When I feel that she won't pick up, she does. I hear the static, her breaths. She says nothing. Of course, she has nothing to say. "So," I say. "So?" I sniff. "It's got to be like this, right?" "Like how?" "Don't pretend as if you do not know what the hell I am talking about because you do," I accuse.

21 : "No One" No One 21 6:15PM I was lying on top of my bed with my book wide open before me, I was studying for a short exam tomorrow while Gage was lying next to me too, he was busy playing 1010! on his phone. Sam got here earlier to send Gage a few of his clothes and I wanna make the most of our time together while he's still here with me, before he goes back on tour. To be honest, even if Gage is giving me time to study, I can't help but get distracted.