Phone Numbers To Never Call Novels & Stories

Couldn't think. Couldn't— My phone was suddenly in my hand. I didn't even remember picking it up. I was already dialling. The number burned into my memory after a year. I pressed the phone to my ear. Come on. Come on, Valentina. Answer. We can fix this. We'll talk. We'll renegotiate the damn contract. Just answer the fucking phone. The call connected. Then a mechanical voice filled my ear. "The number you have dialled is no longer in service." I went completely still. "The number you have dialled is no longer in service." The voice repeated. The line disconnected.

No more. A phone number I'd had memorized since I was eight years old replayed in my head. Since the day my father had begun to ingrain it to my memory, everyday for close to two years and told me to never forget it, to call if there ever was an emergency. I've tried the number countless over the years before I turned eighteen and gave up on being 'saved' by him. I'd never called after that. Never wanted to. Had spent years trying to forget those numbers even existed.

Bruce I watched Natasha leave, not taking my eyes off her body. I found myself smiling and then my phone began to ring again. This time, it was from a contact I haven’t saved. I refused to pick the call, it was my principle to never accept calls from unknown numbers. But then the same number called me twice and then thrice. I decided to pick it up. “Who is this?” I asked carefully. “Jeff Lincoln, sir,” the caller replied. “Do you remember me?”

Regina had just finished reviewing several collaboration proposals sent by one of her marketing staff when her phone rang. She saw an unknown number on the screen. Regina flipped the phone over, automatically disconnecting the call. She hated receiving calls from unknown numbers. After finishing her work, Regina turned off her laptop and picked up her phone. She saw an incoming message from the same number that had called her earlier. "Regina, this is Janus. This is my new phone number, and I just want you to save it in case you need my help. I'll always be available."

He could only keep working, buried himself into the documents to paralyze his nerves! Suddenly, his mobile phone rang. No one had ever called on his personal mobile phone... Nathan took it out, which showed a strange number. Nathan’s heart seemed to be numb. He had been waiting for her call for the first few days. He had dreamed that she might have wanted to call him. Therefore, he had never changed his mobile phone number. After so many days, the cold lips slowly hooked up... He picked it up, but after hearing the voice over there, his expression changed rapidly, his eyes became cold and dim, later he threw the phone to the ground.

There is little effort having to be made. Het is in the shower now, and I am getting ready to go see Emily. I can’t wait to talk to her, and share everything. I can vent about Riley. I don’t think about her often, but randomly for the last day I keep getting those phone calls from an unknown caller. I have a feeling I will be changing my number soon. Which makes me sad, because I have had the same number since I got my first cell phone Sophomore year of High School. My phone starts ringing as I am getting everything together and it's an unknown caller. “Oh great!” I said out loud. I decided to let it go to my voicemail. Which was smart, because they didn’t leave a message.

The first ring went unanswered. Xavier, just returned from the bathroom, glanced at his phone to see a call from an unknown number. Usually calls from unknown numbers would be filtered from his phone, but he has set it to general and had Liam memorize his number so he could always reached him in case of any emergencies. He stared at the phone as it rang for the third time, only a few people had his phone number, it would be Liam. He has a dad, Xavier argued with himself. It took an inward struggle not to pick.

Calista's POV I sat very still on the sofa, the phone dark in my lap, the message from Reid’s associate still burned into the screen even after it went black. Do not leave the country. My thumb hovered over the contacts. Nicholas. I stared at his name for a long time before I finally pressed it. The phone rang against my ear. Once. Twice. The sound was too loud in the empty room. Four times. Voicemail. His recorded voice came on, short and formal, the version he used for people he didn’t want to talk to. I hung up without speaking and lowered the phone. My hands were shaking. I could feel the shaking in my fingers against the glass.

He'd never been particular about mirrors but the interior decorators had felt having one there was an absolute necessity so they'd had a large one fixed in the bathroom whether he wanted one or not. Just then, his phone began to ring and for some awkward reason, the very sound of it made his hair stand on end. Strange, He thought. He was not expecting any calls tonight. Nick reached out for it, yet he hesitated. Eventually, he was peering down at his screen whilst his phone vibrated in his hand reminding him that he hadn't picked up the call yet. The number was not stored, yet something about its last five digits was oddly familiar. "20125…2…0…1…2…5…?" He mumbled. Who was this? Nicholas move

she said, trying to push past Lenox. *Are we good,* I said to my brother, over mind-link. *Yep. Plan in place,* he said, as we took our plates and sat on the couch. Lenox and I literally never gave anyone outside our family or our business our real cell phone numbers. Females and friends' calls or texts all went to a couple burner phones that we checked a few times a week. We learned early on how nuts some girls can be and you never want those types getting your real number.