Phone Guy Novels & Stories

Not long after, the macho guy managed to get his cell phone, which had been making a loud sound. The man, who has a height of one hundred and ninety-six centimeters tall, as soon as possible pressed a green telephone-shaped icon without looking at who was calling him first. The device is placed on the right ear, and he occasionally yawns because of the drowsiness still felt in his body. Massimo Francesco Alonso: "Hello."

Gideon drag me to one of the counters and the same man opened a box containing a phone with 3 circles at the back. "Do you like the color?" Gideon asked. "Huh? Color of what?" "The phone." It is okay a little bit girly for my taste. "That is a phone? Where is the keypad?" "Love that is a touch phone." No. No. NO. I can't use that stuff. I smile at the assistant and drag Gideon a little bit so I can talk to him.

A guy in his early thirties stood by a gold shining door. He kept a straight face and a frown as his gaze only focused on nothing. Suddenly, the phone with him started ringing. He checked the caller ID, opened the door and ran in. "Sir, Mr Gilbert is calling." He informed with a bow. A man puffed out smoke from his mouth and stretched forth his left hand to the guy. He gave him the phone. "Gilbert, hope everything is fine?." The man(Derek) asked in a deep voice.

e? "Where the fuck are you Gabby? Come on; give anyone close to you the phone" "Yo...u me...a...n t...h...e h...ot b...a...r m...an?" She asked, hiccupping at the word "Yes, give the phone to the hot bar man" She laughed loudly as if I cracked the world funniest joke before she handing the phone to him. The deep male voice filled my phone. "Good morning, how can I help you?"

But something deep down clawed with the other faint possibility of her being someone else and his fingers slowly curled in tight fists turning the skin at his knuckles to bone white. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵. He plucked out his gold iPhone and dialled a number waiting patiently for the other side to be received. "Hello?" The sound from other side softly asked. "It's me." Zero replied calmly. "Oh my, Zero! Is it really you? How's it going in Mumbai, man?" The speaker asked gleefully.

I sheepishly said, grabbing my phone as the caller ID flashed on the screen. “I think this is my cue to go. Nice meeting you again and see you around.” The guy bid goodbye, sticking his thumb and pointed it at his back. “See you around.”

Maybe it's important. I answered the phone, "Thandy Phakathi speaking how may I help you?" The person on the other side kept quiet and then a baby cried.. Then a woman said, "I'm Gail... I'm sorry it must be a wrong number.." I smiled,"No problem Gail.. bye.." And she hung up. I turned to my girlfriend standing behind me looking like she saw a ghost. "Baby.. are you okay?" She looked at me and then at her phone that was on my hand. I smiled,"Ohh that... some Gail.. She said it's a wrong number..."

“Thanks, man. The receptionist downstairs will give you an aftercare pack.” Telly plopped down from the studio bed, his eyes studying me as he approached. “We won’t be able to have that date if I can’t reach you, no?” he joked, pulling out his phone and handing it to me. “Give me your number.” “Sure.” I snuck a look at Gavin and his face was back to stone — but it could get harder. Telly’s phone was in my hands, the number keypad staring at me. I tapped the first number and it made no sound. Of course. Most people have their devices permanently silent.

Currently Trending He took the phone from his pocket, and glancing at it, he let out a calm sigh. Before picking it up. "Hello!" Eric glanced down at his phone, and seeing the caller ID showing no number, his perfectly sculpted face creased into a frown as he answered the call. "Wow! Look who's calling me. I knew you'd miss me." Eric's voice Immediately turned teasing the moment he took the call. " It's barely even been up to a week since I left, yet

I had to focus on what came next. Hapi called out to a man on one of the boats—he looked like the driver. “Oh my goodness! Sean! Is that you?!” She yelled. I started to head over to them, but my new phone suddenly rang. I pulled it out, proud of how sleek it felt in my hand—my first real “nice” phone. The caller ID said Unknown Number—no surprise there. I hadn’t saved anyone’s number yet, and it had a brand-new SIM card. I let it ring until it went to voicemail, but seconds later a text popped up.