Panggilan Bee Novels & Stories

The preacher’s booming voice came to me, causing me to jump. “Everyone, please stand for the arrival of the bride,” he said in a jovial tone. I heard the rustle of clothing as people stood, then the doors opened. Gasps filled the air, and I turned my attention to the chapel. I held my breath when I saw that every single person from the motorhome park stood there…with the exception of Katie. Self-conscious, I blushed under their stares.

❞ - 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒂 ♥ 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ♥ Staring dead at my phone sitting on my working table, I zero in on the four missed calls from my Hawaiian best friend Bailey. She's been calling me for hours, reminding me of her daughter Kai's school event. She has a talk show party, where all the kids in her class perform before the whole school in their hall, and they present and talk about a project they each worked on during the weekend.

She got in and the driver started the trip. Bea was brought out of her thoughts when her phone vibrated. She opened her purse, saw the caller ID, and instantly declined the call upon seeing the caller ID. It was Rita. Beatrice was not in the mood to talk so she sent a text that she was on her way home after which she turned off her phone.

HANEEFAH POV After Isha prayer, we were reading Radiographic equipments with Ikhlas when my phone rang. Yeah after much persuasion, My grandma finally permitted the so called bride-to-be to stay in the hostel till exam finishes. I peered at the caller ID and it was an unknown number. " Who's number is this?" I wondered. "If u don't want to pick then reject the call" Ikhlas said. I picked it and the person said "Assalamualaikum"

I guess I will apologize to him when he returns home tonight, like he said. I was about to go to the bathroom to have my bath, then find something to eat, before going to work, when I got a call from Becca. Becca has never called me, so I wondered why she was doing so now. I answered the phone, and the next thing I heard was Becca's cry. "Please help me Denise, I am dying"

The number was unsaved, but my finger moved automatically, answering it before my brain caught up. “Hello?” I said, still half in my post victory haze. There was a pause that stretched a beat too long. I took another sip of soda and frowned. “Who is this?” The voice that answered made me regret picking the call at all. “Hey... Bee. It’s me. Liam.”

Bayer twice, but Frank always calls his dad, Becky called Frank, "hi babe, what happened, I call your phone number severally, It was switched off" Frank responded, "Never mind, I'm fine, I don't have any problems, the kids will soon be recovered," Becky explained, "Are they working on It?" Frank asked, "yeah, I will call you back later," Becky said, and she ended up with the phone conversation, and she switched off her cell phone, remove the battery and the sim card, and she kept her phone in the sideboard,

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep… Jake's phone rang as he was driving, the call was from Alex so he picked it up immediately. “Where are you now!” Alex asked “Sir am on the road and in sharing of ma'am Alyssa” “You know what? I need you to go back home and inform me immediately she getting back” Alex ordered “Yes boss”

They were bound to go their separate ways one day. But now, hearing him plan so thoroughly for Esther—treating her as if she were his own flesh and blood—moved Beverly so much that she was left speechless. James lowered his head, his breath brushing against Beverly's ear as a shadow crossed his eyes. "Why didn't you call me first?" he asked softly. He was referring to when Beverly had made an internet call to Damien. Leaning against his chest, Beverly explained in a straightforward tone, "There was no way it would get through since your phone blocks unknown numbers. Not to mention it was an internet call. If your phone's not set up for it, it'll be flagged as spam or a scam call."

I was midway through reheating leftovers when when the doorbell buzzed sharply, cutting through the quiet like an alarm. I glanced at the clock. Nine o’clock already. Who could that be? I padded over and checked the peephole before picking up my phone instead, realizing it was a call coming through at the same time. Mia’s name flashed on the screen. I answered, and her loud, energetic voice burst through immediately, music thumping in the background. “Oh my god, Bee! What happened to your phone? I’ve been calling you all evening!” “I’m sorry, I missed your calls. I just got back from work,” I said, leaning against the counter and rubbing my temple.