Phone Guy Novels & Stories

The moment I stepped inside the elevator, I took another look at the new message that Gunner had sent to me. Gunner: No worries, gorgeous. I am willing to wait for you. The right time will come. Would you mind if I asked for your phone number, instead? Instantaneously, I typed up my phone number and forwarded it to him without any hesitation. As soon as I walked into my condo unit, my phone began to ring out of nowhere. I checked the caller ID, and his number was not registered, which indicates that Gunner was the one responsible for the call. Not a single person, not even Jill or my father, is aware of my phone number.

my hand on his as he nodded with a smile. My eyes shifted to his lips as I leaned forward and he did too but something else disturbed us.. "Tring!! Tring!! Tring!!" We both jolted back as Harold took his phone out. Everytime his insignificant phone won't be with him while today he has it inside his pocket. Ughh!!! "Hello?" He answered. "Yeah!! I have it." He replied to someone. "I'll get it." With that he disconnected the call "What happened?" "Um.. I have to leave now."

I was friends with the owner of the shop, but I was not me at the moment. Gillian, the buff dark skinned man sat behind the counter, shooting up when he caught sight of me. “Oh shit, Al—” he stopped himself from completing the word. “What can I help you with today, Henir?” He coughed out awkwardly. “I want to get a burner phone,” I informed him, keeping my voice and expression cool. “Of course,” he brought out a boxed phone and handed it to me. I scrutinized it and hummed, satisfied. “How much?” I asked, looking up at him.

When I got to bed, my phone rang on the side of my bed, and I picked it up even though it had no caller ID. "Hello?" "Gia. It's Mario."

I received a package today from Mr. X. Inside was a phone, a nice one. Attached to the phone was a Post-It Note that read “Use Me. Text HELLO to 555-4545. I did, of course. There’s been no response yet. It’s been about twenty minutes. I’m going to start my writing to you for today and I’ll keep an eye on this phone.

I pushed a finger out to him and answered on speaker. A calm male polished voice came through. “Mr. Banner. Or do you prefer Mr. Grayson these days?” My grip tightened on the phone. The voice continued, almost conversational. “I know who you are, and what you’re doing with that bitch, Anyta.” He finished off with a loud laugh. “Don’t you ever speak about her that–“ I started speaking before he ended the call. I smashed the phone in anger before Philip was able to trace the call.

I had done my Candy Crush and Coin Dozer thing, and if I saw one more whining status post on F******k, I’ll do one of my own. The sound of a phone ringing in his office cut through the silence, and I paused. Oh hell. I jumped down and ran into the room, barely blinking at the name on screen before answering. “Hello?” “Hello? Gina? Is that you?” Rachel’s voice was a welcome sound down the receiver. “Yep, it’s me.” “Great. Is George available to talk?” “Sorry, Rachel. He’s not. Is there anything I can help with?”

“You got a pet bear?” “That’s not a bear, that’s my dog,” Patty said defensively. “Shit. What do you feed him? People?” Andy asked as he took in Rufus’s large size. Rufus circled the four them as he sniffed everyone. Patty was about to say something when her cell phone rang. “Can someone hold this for me?” she asked as she hung out the shopping bag she was carrying. Andy took it from her. Patty dug in her purse for her phone. The caller ID said J. Goldman. “Shit, it’s Goldman.”

Suddenly my phone rang. “Oh! Speaking about the devil…” Jay smirked as he saw my phone screen. I looked at it myself… Only then I saw how Tom saved his contact on my phone. The screen brightly showed the name of the caller, it said… “Husband”.

Fiona He withdrew his hand, sat down at the dining table, peeled off the phone case, took out the phone and inserted the sim in "This is a new sim, no one else knows except me." Fiona After installing the sim, start the phone, then save your phone number, flash it, and in a moment, her phone rings. “Here it is, uncle Paul Henry.” Fiona gave me the phone again, Paul Henry. Paul Henry glanced at her, turned the wheelchair away. "You don't need a phone."Paul Henry said again, his voice tinged with sadness. “Um.” Fiona walked up to him, took the hand on his knee, put the phone in his hand, Paul Henry, in a soft voice, “Uncle Paul Henry, we have to keep in touch in the future, please don't ignore