Phone Guy Novels & Stories

“That’s hilarious.” My phone rang. I looked at the number and it was from England. “Sorry, I have to take this,” I stated. “Hello… Yes, this is he… That’s incredible… Thank you, sir… Yes, definitely… I look forward to meeting you too… Thank you for this opportunity… Yes… Have a good evening… Goodbye.” I hung up the phone. “YES!” I yelled. “Who was that, and why are you so happy?” Paul asked.

His eyes flying back to the art beside him. My phone vibrated in my pocket, slicing through the short silence. Whoever it might be, Giovanni isn't supposed to listen to my phone calls. His normal expression morphed into a mild anger, making my throat tighten. I almost ignored it, but his eyes threatened me to answer the call. I reached for my phone; it was a No Caller ID. That made it worse. I swiped off the screen and picked up the call. “Hello”“Hello.” I recognised the voice immediately. Juliano.

Third Person's POV Liam glanced through his cellphone and saw the caller was Mr Jefferson. He slid his finger across the screen to answer it. "Liam Sinclair on the line," Liam said in his professional voice. "You know it is quite unusual. I called the right number but you answered like I don't know who I'm calling," Mr Jefferson said with a slightly annoyed tone. "Mr Jefferson, are we really going to argue about how I answer my own phone? You know I wasn't wrong in starting a conversation that way. This is how business calls work," Liam replied.

He slid the phone across his palm, his reflection faint in the broken glass of its screen. But he wasn't finished yet. Not with one call. The phone buzzed faintly in his hand as he dialed another number.... A number he had memorized long before stepping foot in this house. A number that belonged to someone whose name was spoken in hushed whispers, even among the Atlans. The line connected, and a different voice filled the silence. This one was rough, hoarse, like gravel grinding together. "Hey… little boy," the man said. "It's Joel Gonzalez". The Atlans' lord's second right-hand man. Ruthless and Calculating.

Maybe Grandma came here earlier. I take out my phone and remember it's broken. I sigh and put my phone back in my pocket. My business partner took me to the strip club (what can I say, he is a 50-year-old widower, who needs a woman's touch), so I just sat on the sofa while he chose his target. I didn't see when a drunken guy walked towards our table and stumbled. Fell right on my phone. Cracked the phone. My business partner was offering to buy me a new one, but I refused. Jack helped me with all my gadgets to make sure it's safe. So here I am back in LA, without my phone. I already asked my pilot to tell Isabella that I'm coming back home today.

“No, Father would never allow me to have one, says that I don’t need it. If anything happened and I needed to reach any of them, then the staff could call them.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a phone and hands it to her. “Here, this is my personal phone, the only people that have this number is my parents, sisters, and my Beta and Gamma. I will let them all know to not text or call this number to reach me anymore. I will go tomorrow and get a new phone and a new number. In the meantime, my business phone number is saved in the contacts. You can reach me on that number until I get a new one for my personal use.”

"Hey, can I have your number?" I looked at her and told her, "No." "What? Oh, come on." She whined. "Don't be so cruel. I thought we were friends here." "We are," I admitted, re-reading the lines. "Then why can't you give me your number?' "Because it's broken, my replacement won't arrive until tomorrow," I told her. After Hurricane Athena ended, I had to call for a replacement, and luckily we have insurance in case something would give the carrier to provide us with a brand new phone. But, it doesn't arrive until tomorrow morning. I'm stuck being phone-less.

“Gosh! This is nonsense!!” “Oh my!! It’s becoming louder!!” I said almost yelling. I quickly picked up my earpiece and inserted it into my ears then began listening to music on my phone. Gosh! I can still hear their screams loudly even after all I have done to prevent that. Gosh! this is so irritating. Suddenly, my phone rang and I stared at the screen. ‘Who the hell is this?” I murmured staring at the unknown number. . . . T.B.C. This Kelly is really like his dad oh!!

His thumb hovered for just a moment before he found the contact. He pressed call. One ring. Two. Three— Click. “Hello, boss,” came Mr. Gunnar’s voice.

He fires at her over the phone before ending the call. ‘Shit! I've forgotten.’ he mumbles. Mr Gordon shut his laptop hurriedly and pick up his suit jacket from the stand. He picks up his phone and stands up from the seat. ‘I hope I make it there on time.’ Mr Gordon kisses his teeth and adjusts his tie properly. Just when he was about to take his first step, his phone started ringing. He stared at the phone screen and was surprised to see who was calling him. He clicks on the receive icon and places the phone on his left ear.