Numbers You Should Never Call Novels & Stories

My fingers slowly flip over the report, moving forward to the next pages. ~ Ms. Ayle Angelo – Mrs. Beth Anderson References: Secret code numbers 9870 – It’s been a while, Love 6124 – You are so annoying 0383 – You are the reason why I have this freaking depression of mine! 2789 – I’m tired of life 7492 – I wish I could have a better life 6339 – Is it still worth it to live? 4202 – Let’s end this

• RULE NUMBER 08: Never listen to Nathan’s nonsense statements. • RULE NUMBER 09: Never date a guy. • RULE NUMBER 10: Never speak any foul words. • RULE NUMBER 11: Never believe in anyone. • RULE NUMBER 12: Learn to apologize and forgive. • RULE NUMBER 13: Learn how to wait patiently. There’s always a next time. • RULE NUMBER 14: Never deny your bestfriend. • RULE NUMBER 15: Never lie to your Mom. • RULE NUMBER 16: Learn to be a part of the change.

he said. We’ve been dating for almost a year now but the cringe he brings is still unexplainable. I just have to accept that it is natural to him and it’s not hurting anyone. And then, the unknown number is calling me again. I forgot to save Ally’s other number yesterday. I think I should name it as “AS” or annoying sister. To balance the cringe, I will get this call. “What is it this time?” I asked without greeting.

She'll forget everything after hearing my voice. It's not reachable. My smile vanishes as I discover the time. 12:02. I missed it. And why is her number unavailable? Maybe, network issue. Should I call auntie? No! Can't disturb her all the time. I'm already late to wish her. So, there's no point to bother anyone. I keep calling her but the result is the same.

The glass screen showed three missed calls from a number I did not recognize. “Who is calling you at this hour?” Williams asked, stopping near the heavy wooden railing. “I don't know,” I answered, staring at the numbers blinking on the screen. “It is an unlisted number from the northern region.” “Do not answer it if it is Tristain trying to negotiate,” Williams warned, looking down over my arm. “He has nothing left to offer us.” “It is not Tristain's regional code,” I muttered, sliding my thumb across the glass to call the number back. “The area code belongs to the old camp near the river.”

Chapter 219 DARREN The call came through a number I didn't recognize, which was itself a kind of message, because the council didn't call from numbers I recognized. They called from numbers that existed for exactly one purpose, used once, discarded, untraceable by design. I almost let it ring out. I don't know why I didn't. Some old instinct, maybe, the specific trained reflex of a family that had learned, generations back, that ignoring the council never made anything better and frequently made things considerably worse.

Hayden advised. “He is lucky I didn’t block him because now that I think of it I should have just blocked him from calling me before deleting his number on my phone” “That’s true Kaylee but it’s fine since you know his number you can just ignore his call” Hayden suggested. “I think I should just get a new number because I don’t want to hear that bastard voice, not even by mistake,” I said. “I’ve told you this before get a nice number because Daniel and his stupid mother have that number and they can decide to call you anytime they like and you know that”

who the f&&k knows. Whatever. The phone says it is an "unknown caller." That usually means it is some sort of human telemarketer. Normally I would ignore those calls, but if I am not going to have sex with the intern, it might be fun to f&&k with a human for a while. Hell, if the human’s voice is sexy enough, I might even be up for phone sex…. regardless of whether the human is male or female. With that in mind, I decide to answer.

He hadn’t needed to. He pressed the call. It rang once. Twice. Then the line went dead. The number you have dialed is no longer in service. He frowned. Tried again. Same result. “That’s strange,” Lydia said. Allen didn’t respond. He was already opening his browser, typing fast. News articles. Forums. Social media posts share the same headline, the same blurred image. “She wouldn’t disconnect her number,” he said. “She hated changing things.” Lydia didn’t comment. She sat back down, hands folded in her lap, eyes still on him.

Rashid I hated the way my hand shook as I held the phone up to my ear and the dial tone on the other end rang. I swore to myself that I'd never unblock this number and call it again, not until my child was grown and old enough to be on his own and in no danger of accidentally falling into their hands due to their manipulated whispering in his ear. But here I was with nothing else left to do but call the only people I never wanted to speak to again to ask for help.