Phone Guy Novels & Stories

Wow. "I mean, isn't that sir Kalex? Red kizzable lipz and all!" "It's just Kalex." The gay man kicked me and I was about to punch him when the phone suddenly rang. "Saved by the phone is your grandmother's drama!" He artfully wiped his forehead before answering the phone. "Haluuu, this is Alex speaking. How may I help you?" He glanced at me before speaking. "Sure sir. All right, I'll let you in. Okay."

“You’ve got me now. I guess I’m your first friend.” I laughed at that. “I guess so.” “Does that mean I won't be rejected just like the other day?” He asked, and I raised a brow. “Rejected?” “Yeah.” He nodded. “You didn't give me your contact. Saying you don't have a phone is an outdated format for rejecting a guy.” He explained, and my mouth formed a 'oh'. “I didn't lie. I seriously do not have a phone.” “Are you serious?” “I'm not playing. I don't have one.” I repeated.

The lastest model of the iPhone series. “I forgot to give this to you earlier. The boss already registered his contact on your phone..” Shocked, yet I reached my hands out to accept the phone box. I took a long glance at it and gasped. “Who is he? And why did he choose to help me? He says that he knows me but I don't know him at all..” Matthew smiled. “I believe Mr Adams can never be mistaken. You have a phone now, search for Karl Adams and you'll see for yourself..”

Sylvester scofed the person on the other side of the phone while Gia chuckled softly. "I was exercising and could not pick your phone." Gia tried to explain but the man was still angry. "From now on you have to keep your phone with you everytime. If you did not pick my phone next time, I will ask Ria to stay with you, Am I clear?" Gia wanted to laugh but she did not want to make him more angry. "Y e s,... m y... h u b b y. I... u n d e r s t o o d."

So frustrating. It's finally the weekend, no work, I just have to be in my room all day. Boring but manageable. On my bed, I heard my phone ring, I checked the name. I couldn't believe it, Go Yoon Eum. The Hong Construction Company; Philip who was in his office, looking through some papers, paused as he heard his phone buzz. He picked it up and saw a message. "YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO THE ASIAN GALA THIS YEAR IN SOUTH KOREA HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE"...

He answered the call, only to wait for a few seconds and didn't receive anything from the receiver’s end. He didn't know if it was the network that was disturbing, because he had to check it's connection once again, before he put the phone back to his ear.So, it wasn't his fault, it was from the other person's side. “Listen, I'm a busy man, if you don't want to talk, I will cut the call on…” He yelled over the phone but we only cut short when the motherfucker cut the phone on him. “This idiot!” He cursed and was ready to enter inside but his phone pinged. He has a message. He pressed on it only to see that it was a picture of Jolene, she was outside eating at her favorite restaurant.

He shoved something sweet inside my mouth and I didn't have enough time to savour the sweet gum before he resumed his work. "Thank... Fuck! Hmmph." I groaned, not wanting to cry out with my mouth open so I wouldn't lose the sweet. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket and I wanted to ignore it at first, but knowing it could be Giovanni. I hadn't had a chance to pick his calls since my shift started at Great Fisher and I had totally forgotten to call him back. Knowing he would make a fuss if I didn't pick up now, I pulled out my phone from my phone and swiped the call to receive.

She asked quizzically. "He's a Council member like me. The original, I guess you could say." He put his phone to his ear before cursing softly under his breath, "His phone is out of service. Still playing hookie with God knows what." He grumbled as he took another bite of his burger.

Placing the phone against her ear, she anxiously awaited his response. In his office, Jayden had just returned from a demanding board meeting, seeking a moment of respite on the comfortable sofa. As he relaxed, his phone vibrated, drawing his attention. Retrieving it from his pocket, his eyes widened as he saw Stephanie's San Francisco number illuminated on the screen. With surprise and curiosity, he answered the call, his voice filled with a hint of intrigue. "Hello?"

His half-cocked smile as I peered at the phone told me he’d known I’d give him shit for it. “Fred Bagnoli has a phone like this. He’s old as dirt.” “He’s a smart man. These are impossible to trace. You’re welcome, by the way.” “Uh, thanks?” I pulled up the contacts on a whim. Of course, the only three numbers listed were his, Mikey’s, and Tommaso’s, and there was no option to program anything else that I could see. I sighed heavily and set the phone down on the dresser. It was better than nothing, wasn’t it? “This is actually very nice of you, Killian. I didn’t think you had it in you.”