Number Phobia Novels & Stories

The number isn't registered, and it made me feel like it's a ghost of my past. I dialed the number and called it many times. I failed to contact the number because it said that it's not reachable anymore. “Argh! Fuck! Who the hell are you?!” I shouted before I put my phone on the bed. I stood up and started to step all over the room. I think that my mind is about to explode. I can't think straight. I suddenly stopped breathing for a while when I saw that my phone was moving due to vibration. Someone is calling.

It fits my new phone, but that’s it. Honestly, I shouldn’t even need my old phone. I won’t need any of the numbers on it, won’t need access to my bank. The new phone, with only their numbers in it, feels like a lifeline I’m clinging to. Even though I’m terrified, they’ll push me away, I can’t let go of the connection we have. I slip the phone into the bag, my heart pounding with anxiety.

Christian asked, and Riya quickly told him the digits. Something shocking came into Christian’s view as he saw three missed calls from the same number, the date was the same as when he had an anxiety attack back in London and he was repeatedly disconnecting the call from an unknown number and when he called back on the number next morning, nobody talked to him.

The sound of his ringtone seemed to have grabbed Sam's attention, as he turned to look at him still speaking, before turning back to concentrate on his call. Niel took out his phone from his back pocket and noticed the number was unknown. He knew he had no idea of who it was because even if it was a bodyguard of his father's that called and they spoke, he would save the number according to the position the person held but this had no registered name of the sort. His heart began to beat rapidly for no reason. Fear struck him as something kept telling him not to answer it, but he felt that if he did not, how would he know the purpose of the call. And what if it was something important, he woul

"What he is suffering from?" "So start with Cherophobia it's a phobia of happiness where person gets afraid of joy because of the past incidents, tragedy, or trauma they thinks happiness is followed by sadness ..... It started developing inside him from early childhood because of the indifferent treatments by his parents or other people and the events which lead him to remand home" he actually started believing her words because they sounded very much true.

“Healthy.” I flipped him off without looking up. He laughed so hard he nearly dropped the drill. My phone rang in my coat pocket. City area code. Number I didn’t have saved. I almost let it go. Almost. But years in event management had trained me like a war veteran. Unknown numbers usually meant disaster. Missing deposits. Vendors cancelling. Rich brides crying because peonies were “emotionally different” from garden roses. “Dahlia speaking.” “Dahlia.” My spine straightened automatically.

I grinned and hurried upstairs. As soon as I entered my room, I went straight for my purse to pull out the pregnancy report. But before I could do so, my phone rang. The number was unknown. My stomach tightened. The sight of it alone already made me uneasy. Memories rushed back of the mess I’d gone through the last time I picked up a call from an unknown number. My fingers trembled slightly as I hovered over the screen. Get over it already, I told myself firmly. Not every unknown number is trouble, you're just facing PTSD.

I threatened loosing my patience. I heard a low chuckle from the other side of the phone, followed my a small cough. " You don't have to be so fierce honey, I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice, you deleted my number?". My eyes widened and I immediately removed the phone from my ears to check the number again. 768... The number ended in 768. The only number I knew what had 768 as it's ending was... was David's number. My hands holding my phone trembled as I brought it to my ears again. "David?"

He never liked any sexual interest while indulged in work and sharing his work related information with any of his flings. Taking his cell phone out of his pocket, he unlocked it and passed it to Sophia “Enter your number. I’ll be in touch with you all time.” Taking glimpse of Noah, Sophia found seriousness in his countenance as well with his utterance. Taking it in her hand, Sophia pressed the buttons on the screen and entered her number and passed it back to him, who at once took it and gave a call to her and as phone buzzed, taking it out of her bag Sophia looked back at Noah who spoke “This is my personal number, if you face any kind of problem while I am not here, you may call me.”

He said that I was one of those people who love one person all their live and he told me that when that person comes, I will know. When I first saw you, I knew that you were the one and I confirmed his theory true. You are the first woman whom | have ever touched. My fear of dirt and being touched has always made me fear getting close to people. At first my parents though that I was just a proud person or difficult and that my ego prevented me from getting close to people until they were told by a psychologist that it was a phobia and it was real.