Numbers To Never Call Novels & Stories

“That wicked sister of mine! Why would she confess my feelings for you when I haven’t done it myself?” Vivienne chuckled. “So, are you going to let this chance slip away from your hands?” “Alright! Let’s go to the park.” My phone suddenly rang. An unregistered number appeared. No one knows my private number unless I know them personally. Who must this caller be? “Wait! I’ll just take this call.” “Sure.” I turned away from Vivienne and took the call. But no one is talking from the other side. What is wrong with the caller?

When she calm down, he gave her a bottle of water as he tried to make a call. "Let me guess... Looking for help?" It's Simon's voice. "I need you to track this number. " He dictate the number of the person who called Siren earlier. "Sure thing." He had waited for a couple of minutes. "Bro, this number is not in use." Jeff frowned. "Someone had just called using this number few minutes ago. How can it be not in use now?" "Maybe they have someone who knows how to manipulate track locations." Jeff couldn't help but curse. Those people knows how to make damages. They don't seem to care about laws. They come prepared doing shits like these!

*I wonder why you want to save my number when in reality we might not chat again* he texted and it saddens me but it is true, I don't see what we would talk about in the future. *You're right, I can't stand your annoying nature* I texted. *Keep telling yourself that* he texted. *I have to go to bed, bye and thank you for the wonderful time* I texted. *You're welcome* He replied and I saved his number irrespective of what he said earlier.

It was one of those lines that people bought to use and stalk their ex before they could do anything else and then dispose or burn it off. "Why didn't you try to trace the number that called you yesterday?" Ricky asked. "Because the number doesn't exist anymore. I'm not quite surprised on that account. It's a flacko number, they get destroyed just right after the user uses them an unrecoverable data format and they won't be able to do much with it after that, I tried to give the number another call and even submitted the number to the police, it was useless," I sighed feeling anxiety rise up from the pit of my stomach.

For a moment, Raymond wondered if this was Athena messing with him. “Nah, this is not her style,” he responded to himself. He could see the construction workers glancing his way, probably wondering why he was not approaching them yet. He immediately dialled the number that sent the text. “The number you dialled is not in service,” the mechanical voice sing-songed in his ear immediately. “What the…?” How can an unregistered number be chatting him? Would Athena really…

Brianna Ok, so I had a friend of a friend tell me that there is a way to find someone, it’s so good to have a friend in the communications field who could help a Sistah out because all that mumbo jumbo about paying for shit over the internet just ain’t for me. I wanted to know who the person was that kept calling the phone center. I don’t think they are paying attention and they do not give a flying fuck that they were calling a car service company. They were just calling to get their nuts off. But he sounded fucking good as hell doing it, though.

"What does that mean. Who are you. What have you…" The line went dead. She pulled the phone from her ear and looked at the screen. She dialed the number back immediately, her fingers moving fast. Not in service. She tried again. Not in service. She tried a third time and stood there listening to the automated response telling her the number she had dialed did not exist and had never existed. She lowered the phone slowly. The number was gone. Like it had been created for one single call and dissolved immediately after. Like whoever had called her had a system for exactly this. A line that lived for the duration of a message and then ceased to exist entirely.

"After that night, everything seemed fine. I mean, sure there were little things here and there, but now knew it was just Mr. Bellum. We weren't scared, so we just continued about our lives as usual. Every couple of days or so, we would pull out the board to check in and chat with him. After two months of this, we got a call on the landline from an unknown number. Leila answered it, but she said all she heard was static. Not even two minutes later, the phone rang again. It was an unknown number, so she answered it. Again, static. This continued for about a week, two calls two minutes apart, both from an unknown number." Her voice caught in her throat. She took a deep, long breath to stay her

(Keep quiet and wait for answer). If no you respond... No problem, Mr. Prospect. I thought I could count on you. Bye If yes, That’s awesome Mr. Prospect. I am just inviting few reliable people for this experience. Can I count on you not disappointing me on Saturday by 3pm? If yes… I knew I could count on you. See you on Saturday by 3pm. Bye BELOW IS WHAT YOU WILL USE AS REMINDER CALL **** Call Mr. Prospect up on ...... and say this.

She must be calling, she must have come back to her senses. I trailed off when I looked down at the caller ID to see it wasn't her but an unknown number. Out of irritation, I picked immediately. “Hello.” “Hello, are you Niko’s parents? Would you like to arrange a funeral or memorial service? Our funeral home provides these services tailored to fit your budgets.”