Phone Numbers To Never Call Novels & Stories

They knew Amy would reply to the messages immediately. Looking at the phone screen, it was from an unknown phone number. So, Amy ignored the call and rushed to Jillian’s care unit. However, soon there was another calling. It was from the same number. Amy sighed because it was annoying. As the daughter of a billionaire family, her phone number was linked to the bank account and credit card. Thus, many telemarketers often called her to offer many things: to apply for other credit cards and insurances. Thinking the phone call was from a telemarketer, Amy finally snapped. She turned off her phone and let out a heavy sigh. Her temple throbbed right away because of her lack of sleeping.

Nicholas chatted idly with Sierra, saying whatever came to mind just to distract her and ease her mood. Buzz! Buzz! Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Both looked at where the sound was coming from. Nicholas took his phone from his pocket. A faint change of expression flashed through his eyes when he saw the caller, then he hung up without hesitation. "Who was that?" Sierra asked. "It's just a sales call," Nicholas answered. Sierra doubted it. Nicholas sounded completely serious, though. "I bought something a while back. Ever since then, I have kept getting nuisance calls. I can't even block all of their numbers."

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. For, very possibly, the fifteenth time on that day, I declined another incoming call from an unsaved and unknown phone number on my mobile phone. The caller had been blowing up my mobile phone with calls since very early that morning and I had also been declining all of the calls ever since then, but instead of said caller reading between the lines by realizing that I was not interested in picking up the call and giving up on disturb me with calls, he or she, instead, only became even more of a disturbance as the calls only became more persistent.

I don’t even know when was the last time I last had fun. When I finished bathing and getting ready to have fun, someone called me. … +639********* calling… ... Who is this this time? I don't want to waste my time to someone who isn't worth wasting my time. When I was about to answer the call, he suddenly hang up. I thought that maybe it's wrong number but then he sent a message. … From +639********* to Tatiana: Hey, pick up the phone. It’s emergency, Tatiana.

To have Roman snap and then deal with him for as long as she could. And now Roman’s life could be torn apart by this one woman. Salima picked up her phone and stared at the screen for a moment too long. Then she scrolled to a number she hadn’t dialled in years. An old line that she’d never deleted. She took in a deep breath and pressed call. A long mechanical beep came through the speaker. Then the recorded voice filled the line. “The number you have dialled is no longer in service.” Salima closed her eyes anyway before she finally spoke.

Ricco nodded and told him how the guy had kept calling during the meeting also but he hasn't called back for some hours now. "Call the number aloud," Natalie said. "It's a burner phone," Ricco replied, "Used so it can't be traced." "But can you trace them? That's my dad and I just wanna see my brother." "I'm gonna try the number," Ricco suggested. He dialed the number and after ringing for a while, nobody answered the call. "Very funny, this guy has terrorized my line and emails and now I'm returning his calls, he's not picking up?!"

I needed something else. Someone else. I took a slow breath, then unlocked my phone again, my fingers gliding with muscle memory. I dialed a number I hadn’t used in years. A number I’d saved under a name that would send most people running in the other direction. “Calling… Black Mamba.”

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?

She picked up her phone and dialed Nathaniel's number. When the phone was connected, there was a cold machine voice coming from the phone, "The number you have dialed is currently not available. Please try again later!" The first call was like this, so Karen Joy called for the second time, it was the same, and on the fifth time... It was still the same. This was Nathaniel's private number. He once told her that this number would be available 24 hours a day for her. As long as she missed him, she could call him at any time...

“But I can’t say more and I can’t meet you because I must stay hidden…” Static crackled through the line. “…because they’re watching me.” My chest tightened. “Wait please” I tried, but he cut me off sharply. “I will call again…Keep your phone close, tell no one about this call. Don’t—” The line died. Completely silent. No goodbye. No warning. Just gone. My hands trembled around the phone. “He… he ended the call.” We tried calling back, but the number didn’t exist. No ID. No trace. A ghost call.