Phone Guy Novels & Stories

I asked no one in particular,as I took up the phone, and glanced at the caller's ID. "What happened to your phone? I have been trying to reach you for days now, but it never connects. I was already on my way there right now." I spoke up immediately and I noticed it was the guard I have been trying to reach since. "I'm sorry sir, but I really don't know what happened to my phone since all these days that it just suddenly went off, but I just got a new one today." He said, while I just swallowed hard, and sighed softly.

“How did you even know today’s my birthday? I didn’t tell you.” Gabriel didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just smiled that knowing smile of his. Before he could answer, his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket. His face tightened for a second before he pulled it out of his pocket, glancing at the screen. “I would have you know,” his voice dropped, rich and smooth, “I’m a man of many means. I go to great lengths to please the woman I—” The phone buzzed again, cutting him off. and this time, he looked genuinely upset.

The same phone that had connected her to a stranger with a voice too calm, too confident, too dangerous. Arielle stared at the screen like it might suddenly come alive. “What are you?” she murmured. Outside, the city was slowly waking up. Faint traffic hummed somewhere beyond her apartment building, and a pale gray light crept through the curtains. She hadn’t moved in hours. Finally, she reached for the phone. Her fingers hesitated over the screen before unlocking it. The call history stared back at her. One number. No name. No information. Just ten digits.

he asked, looking confused. Mora furrowed her eyebrows, “Philip, do you have a company?” she asked with wide eyes. Philip chuckled, “I was reading the news, care to join” Mora pursed her lips, she reposted, “I thought you were making a call” His phone started ringing, and his face changed drastically, realizing that Mora was looking at him intently. He picked up the call grudgingly “Gabriel, I promised you... your money, I know you are the one who releases me from prison, please, stop calling me, I will be in your office tomorrow…”

His phone rang and his assistant's name popped up on the caller ID. "Keane, what's up?" Calum greeted me on the phone. "You boarded yet?" he asked. "Yeah, I am. Of course not, dipshit. I wouldn't be able to take your call if I was already on the plane," Callum annoyedly said as he walked inside the airport.

"Justin is shaking in his yoga pants right now." I felt a surge of adrenaline that the tequila hadn't been able to provide. I was leaning back against the headboard when my phone screen went black. A private number was calling. I knew that area code. It wasn't the label, and it wasn't my step-mother asking for more kitchen renovation money. I swiped to answer and held the phone to my ear. I didn't say a word. "Delete it," a voice rasped. It was Gabriel. He sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.

“Grab a water and use the bathroom if you need to.” “I’m going to check my phone. I’ll be right outside.” I headed toward the front door. I listened to the voicemail and couldn’t stop jumping up and down on my toes as I listened to the message. I quickly called the number back and identified myself. “One moment, Miss Hollis,” a woman said, placing me on hold. A few seconds later, I heard a male voice. “Hailey, this is Gabriel Sangor. I’m glad you called me back.”

Using his gloved hand to pick the phone out of the pile and checked to see the name Customer care. His lips turned up in mockery "Who owns the phone" No one admitted ownership on the phone. Valerio removed the safety on his gun pointing it at the man in the middle. His other hand still on Jane's stomach. "I don't mind shooting all of you present so again who owns the phone." A young man quickly stepped forward. The call had already dropped by then "explain to me why this so called customer care is calling you from Devils Island." Hayden asked without mincing word. He already knew where the call was from the minute he saw the number below it.

The phone number was stored under a completely fake name, a random sequence of letters that meant absolutely nothing to anyone who might accidentally find the device. I pressed the green call button and lifted the phone to my ear. The line rang once. It rang twice. It rang a third time. "Gabriella." It was his voice. It sounded incredibly low, rough, and deeply strained with physical pain. But it was his voice. He was alive. He was completely alive.

I said, trying to recall the memories. “you will get her okay!” the man on the phone shouted in anger. “If she doesnt arrive soon, I will come and get her myself!” said Byron “Drop the call, now!” “the caller is at Langley corner, get him now!” Said Ben. “Why should I drop the call?” Byron asked. “Because you’re a lunatic and im tired of hearing you repeat the same thing a million times over and over again.” The man on the phone dropped the call. A group of agents with bullet proof vests on and guns all left to look for the man on the phone, Mr Phenyo that is.