Phone Guy Script Novels & Stories

It was quite disappointing that my phone had not rung even once even though I had turned off its silent mode. When is Dina going to give me a call? I flopped myself down onto the bed before reaching out to grab the hair dryer. That was when my phone started ringing and vibrating on the same table right next to the hair dryer. My outstretched hand suddenly changed its destination as I hurriedly grabbed my phone. Just as I had anticipated, there was an unrecognized foreign number displayed on my phone screen. “Dina…” I said in a low voice as the line connected. “Well…someone surely sounds furious…” Dina’s sweet and familiar teasing voice replied through the phone before she let out a giggle.

“Can we exchange numbers? Would love to chat with you.” I sighed. My phone was dead — I’d forgotten to charge it all day. “My phone is dead,” I called back. “Forgot to charge it today.” “It’s fine,” Jerry said. He pulled his phone out. “Just tell me your number. I’ll save it and chat with you later.” I hesitated for a second. Then I nodded and called out the digits. He typed them in quickly. “Saved!” he said, holding the screen up so I could see.

AUTHOR’S POV: Roman fiddled with his phone in hand as he paced around the room, pondering. His gaze flicked to his right hand, still wrapped in gauze for a few more seconds before turning on his phone, having made up his mind. He keyed in a few digits on his phone and dialled it before leaning against a wall, patiently waiting as it continued to ring. It took a while before the call was answered, and a low female voice sounded in his ear, “Hello.”

He looked like those bad boys from soap opera movies. Dylan suddenly felt his pocket vibrating.It was an incoming call.He picked it up,and looked at the caller's ID .It was displayed "P " on the screen. He put out his cigarette ,and threw the stub away.Then he picked up the call,put the phone on the car's hood ,and turned loudspeaker on. "Pedro.Tell me!" He cracked his hands.

For some minutes, Silas and I discussed how to catch this gangster and get him to reveal his connection with Laura. “Let's dial his number using my phone and pretend to need his plumbing service.” Silas said and I agreed. He picked the contact from the piece of paper before me and placed the call. It rang but there was no response. Just then, the number called back. Silas ensured the phone was on speaker before answering the call. “Hi, I noticed some pipes in my house are leaking. Can you come over to fix it?” Silas said with a serious tone. “Who is this?” The voice on the other end said deeply and it made me curious.

"Who's on the line?" "Nathanial clutched the phone tightly in his hands, but the other party did not speak." The brief silence only caused Nathaniel to feel even stressed. "Hello, Mango, is that you? Hello?" Nathaniel's tone was urgent as he spoke, but a cold machine-generated voice came from the other side of the receiver. Come alone to dock number three.""" "After that, the other party hung up the phone." "There was no way that anyone could recognize the voice of the caller as the voice was synthesized by a computer program. Furthermore, the call was too short for Nathaniel to track its location."

he whined as he unlocked his phone. 'It's a one time game' the first line of the new message says 'Pick the required alphabets in the next text and make sure not to reply' Not even up to the two seconds, the next message entered. 'Hello Elvis Let Perpetual Aaron Leave India To America'

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

I even pray that his balls would be squished when he tries to get on with some chicks or he gets an STD. The pinging of my phone resonated through the elevator which made me realised I haven't move from the spot he left me, I groaned but took it out from my pocket. Cassandra’s name flashed across the screen. I snapped it open.In a playful tone, I mumbled out, “The number you are trying to dial is currently speaking to someone else”

He scrolls to where the document is and opens it. All I see is the financial dashboard of SPECTRA TECH INC. “What am I looking at?” “Look at this—” Rings from my phone on my desk interrupts. “Why did you leave your phone in your desk? It has been ringing.” Scott passes me my phone. “Thank you.” 6 missed calls from an unknown number. Who the hell is this? The number calls again and I answer immediately. “Hello.” “Hello, please is this Miss Selena?” “Yes it is. How may I help you?”