Phone Guy Script Novels & Stories

Elvis asks, his tone polite yet firm. “Sure! My phone number is +42 601 890,” she responds, her gaze fixed on me as she calls out her number, making sure I catch every digit without a hitch. “Thank you,” I say, quickly saving her contact information on my phone. “Do you have the messenger’s app?” I inquire, eager to move forward with sharing the evidence. “Yes, I do,” she replies, “Great!” I exclaim, opening the application with a few swift taps. I send her a quick message to confirm our connection, my fingers flying over the screen.

a female voice, she sounded scared “Hello” he replied “Oh thank God… please I misplaced my phone on the road, please can you help me return it” she said “Which phone?” he asked “Please I am begging you… that phone is very important to me and I just got it” she begged and he laughed “Sorry oh, but I don’t think I would want to return this phone… if you were in my shoes and you picked a phone like this, would you return it?” he said then laughed and she began crying

He put the remote control down on the table and took his phone besides it. "Hello! How you de now? You just leave your guy here without calling me!" The guy that called said. "Hi my guy now! I just de here oh!, nothing de drop in the pocket, everything just de!!" Speaking in pigin. "wating de happen! You japa go there for money now, why is that no money again. Talk to your wife now, let her drop something in your pocket. Talk to am, na you we dey wait for here make you drop something for us too!"

and I can't help but blush. He never misses the chance to tell me that and more. We sit there for a bit just looking into each other's eyes. We both know what the other is thinking. He slowly brings his face closer to mine but stops when we hear a loud vibration. I realize it's my phone so I take it out of my pocket and freeze when I look at the text he sent me. 'Nugget I need you now' it said. That was enough for me to stop my whole life in order to make sure he was ok.

I will report to his soster if I have to, am done being a puppet. His phone kept ringing while we dance so he decided to pick it. "Am sorry Bunny, looks like our little fun has come to an end" he said and I cursed whoever that is calling. "Ah, it's chuks" he said as he saw the caller ID, he excused himself and moved away a bit to answer the call, after 3 minutes he came back but it felt like forever.

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."

The deed had been done and I had to find a way out of it. I reached for my phone from my pocket. "Siri? Call Damon!" I instructed my virtual assistant. "Sorry, we were unable to process your call at this moment, please try again later." the system voicemail echoed from the other end of the cell. "Goddamn it!" I grunted in frustration. "Call Damon!" I yelled again as if threatening my network provider. This time the ringing sound echoed from my phone. "Better!" I muttered under my breath. “Hello?” A husky voice came through the phone. He sounded like he was in the middle of something.

Then he quickly rushed outside and took out his phone from his pocket. After searching through a number of contacts, he found the number that he was searching for. He dialed the number immediately and exactly after three rings, the person pick up the phone. "Fuck Sam! It's three in the night. Who the hell calls someone so late?" "....." when he didn't get any response from the other side, he suddenly changed his voice into a seductive girl's sexy one and said"Oh my highness how this lowly doctor can help you? Do you need a sleeping pill or you want a special massage therapy so late at night? huh?? huh??? "

Please let that have been a dream. Slowly — cautiously — she reached for her phone. Her fingers hovered above the screen. If the call log wasn’t there, she would never drink again. She unlocked it. Recent Calls. Unknown Number. 12 minutes. Her heart started beating louder. She tapped it, half expecting more. There wasn’t. No follow-up call. No messages. No missed attempts. Nothing. The absence sat heavier than anything else could have. If he was weird, wouldn’t he have texted? If he was curious, wouldn’t he have tried again?

I hear some muffled noises in the distance. “Hello… hello… honey?” I called out to him on the phone. I hear a female voice saying, “Oh man, it's your phone, Ron... Fuck! A guy cusses, it sounded like Ron! I remain silent and end the call. I'm shell-shocked. After a few moments, I gain my breath back, stay calm and call back again. He doesn't answer. My insides start shaking again. Shirley and the crew start calling me to join back. I show hand gestures signalling them that I shall join the party in five minutes. I call back again and intend to do so until he picks up.