Numbers You Should Never Call Novels & Stories

I prayed that she would never return to the famous era for the rest of her life. When I was still watching the news when a strange number called, I didn't usually get in the habit of answering the phone from an unknown number, unless of course I was waiting for someone to call whose number I didn't know, for example, the number of the human resources officer of the company I applied to. This was a special period when I just became a hot person in school. I was afraid that someone would call me with the intention of teasing me, so I didn't want to answer the phone. I didn't answer the phone, just let it ring until it turns off.

He cheered. “Oh! It seems I’ve got another call now. From an Unknown number. I guess that’s the end of our call. Or, is there anything else you would like to tell me?” I said. “No, boss. That would be all for now. Only waiting for the outcome of the meeting between you and Julie” “Alright then. Have a good one!” I ended the call. I had this strict principle of not picking calls from unknown number. Not because of the belief that your details can be hacked by fraudsters through that means, though. But, I really had no reason.

I groaned, sitting up lazily and looking at the phone screen. It was a call from Chad. He had better not be involved in another trick. I hoped he wasn't going to ask me to come over again because my determined ass wouldn't succumb to his calls this time. "It's damn twelve midnight, why would you call by this time?" I called at him in a sharp, tired voice. "Well, I can't be the only one going through this disorderliness." He warned. "What?" I frowned. "Your stupid plan failed." I furrowed my eyebrows, what was he talking about?

Of course, I should be beautiful, after all, I spent lots of money to look this beautiful. “Thank you. Could you please wrap it up?” I said, impatiently. I was already in my car, ready to start the engine, when I got a call from one of my so-called friends. “I would rather not bear these people babbling today.” I sighed, rejecting the call with no hesitation. The person called back and I ignored it. On the fifth call, I picked it up with an angry sigh. Was this girl dumb enough not to know that if you call a person twice, and they don't pick up, they probably don't want to talk to you at that exact moment?

The number wasn’t one I recognized, and I sighed, hoping I wasn’t about to interrupt a fairly necessary conversation I had to have with my best friend for a spam call. Some people I knew allowed numbers they didn’t know to ring until the call ended, or they simply denied the call. I couldn’t do either of those things. Curiosity or stupidity, I wasn’t sure which, was responsible for driving me to answer every call I got, but I preferred the third option.

“You know I love a London boy. I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch, in the afternoon. He likes my American smile like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you–” My phone beams from an incoming call. It’s an unknown number. The memories of snakes on my floor and threatening emails on my computer come crashing down on me. I pull over. I’m staring at the screen long and hard and just when I’m going to receive it, the call ends. I end up blankly staring at the lightened screen. Calm down, Naomi. It’s just a number. It can be spam, or loan givers. For all I know, it can be a prank call.

“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.

"Shut up, Avira!" Why did he end the call the first time and now lie? Maybe I made a mistake with the first number. I checked the number I called, and I didn’t make a mistake. Who could have picked up the call if it wasn’t Avalor?

If I wanted to win back my love, I would have to play this game safely. Brzzzz! I heard my phone buzz again. Why was dad calling again? I picked up my phone and looked at the number on the screen... It was an unknown number. Who could be calling now? It wasn't dad. Could it be the same Ciara? Oh never! I shouldn't fall into her trap, not me. After the buzz stopped it started again and again making me reconsider. I trusted my instincts more than anything and I felt I needed to answer the call which I did.

You can't shame the shameless. Hello?" I stated tentatively into the phone after listening quietly for a few seconds after tapping the accept button on an unknown number. Of course, I didn't wanted to accept the call but this is the fourth time the number was calling me tonight, so I just decided to pick it and get it over with. Why aren't you saying anything now? If I didn't pick the call now, it would seem as if I'm always in a sour mood, I did pick now and you're not saying a thing! I ranted into my head as I waited a few more seconds before speaking up again.