Numbuh 274 Novels & Stories

stalking he sees you . . . thought of it turning the corner onto Allen Road this morning . . . Clarke Street, near where it cuts across Allen Road And now Bobby Mavis had ‘run away.’ 253. Bus number 253. On a whim, Father Ward re-opened Google Chrome and typed in ‘253.’ All he got were various telephone numbers and area codes. He typed in #253 and got the same thing.

“That’s mine. Please—please, it’s just a painting—” Marcellus made a small mark on a sheet. “We confirmed this one was called last. Number sixty. Name written on the entry: Isla Moran.” Cassian did not blink. “And the one near the bottom of the stack. Number twenty-seven. Show it.” The attendant’s hands paused. Then he lifted No.27 and set it on the stand. Silence shifted. Not heavy—sharp. Lyrea’s lids lowered a fraction. Nyra’s hand stilled on the table. Korven’s jaw locked.

It tastes exactly like coke. I am rolling it against the upper side of my mouth absently as I straighten the first piece and a small optimistic smile pulls on my lips when I read the numbers perfectly without a struggle. 907-522. The numbers are visible. For the very first time in three days, something works for me and perhaps there's a ray of hope. 907 is the state code and obviously I know it off head. I just wish I could get the remaining digits, I am positively sure that Enzo will loan me some money without conditions.

truly it's night already but I don't want to leave his company, he needs me as much as I need him. "You will soon be going, so can I have your number this time" If I give him my original number, he will find out about me being Rose, so I gave him my second number that is not registered in W******p. "I will call you bunny" he said and I nodded. He paid for our food and I made him promise to let me handle the next bills. "Good night bunny" he said as I am about to board the bus, it's already late so only few tricycle are around.

DB4075, DB4076. What the hell! This was high deck 10. No wonder I couldn’t find Ted.

“One more and you’re cleared.” “My third answer is the atomic number of Molybdenum.” “Can you tell me the number?” “Forty-two.” “Oh, yes. Right away, Wells Fargo.” Freedom replaced the receiver then excused himself from the group. Freedom walked out of the restaurant and got into a Xerox Copier shop nearby. He dialed the number 2349798 the resulting sum total after adding a series of secret numbers to each one. Tommy let it ring four times before he picked it up. He cleared his throat.

"Section three references an account number. That's new — your letter doesn't have an account number." She looked at his decoded section. He was right. A twelve-digit sequence that wasn't in her letter, positioned in the third paragraph. "What kind of account?" she said. "I don't know. That's your department." "It's Margot's department," she said. "Call Margot." She picked up her phone.

YOU HAVE BEEN OUTBID. My heart thudded. But the ID wasn’t 2778 this time. It was 6101. They’d clawed back in with 700 million. So they’d gone to scrape together more funds. Pathetic. I sneered, heat flooding my cheeks, and typed in 720 million. The system blinked again. I sat back, my heartbeat competing wuth the roar in my head. It looked like 2778 had finally run out of steam. Served them right for being smug and reckless.

The numbers from Renee's dreams: 12252050, red house. Carl checked his watch, his expression dark.

He opened his mouth to say something to me when the announcer spoke again. “Tonight is a very special night, as most of you are aware.” He stated, rubbing his hands together in excitement. “And the best thing about it is that we don’t have to wait long. I have just received notice that our little gem is the first one up. So, everyone get your bets ready for number 720. Come out, sweetheart!” He called out over his shoulder, making everyone grow quiet as they leaned forward with interest, including me.