Pick A Number Novels & Stories

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Unknown Caller Arielle didn’t remember pressing the call button. She only remembered staring at the empty space where Daniel’s number used to be saved… and then deciding she didn’t need it. She knew it. Her fingers moved on instinct. Nine digits. Her heart thudded violently in her chest as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times— It clicked. Arielle straightened on the bar stool, suddenly breathless. “Hello.” That voice. Deep. Smooth. Controlled.

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒏! 𝑼𝑵𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹: 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒅� � 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

"She only told us to clean up the room and said she wouldn't be returning. She also instructed us not to tell anyone." Tommaso pulled out his phone and dialed my number with trembling fingers. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service." The cold mechanical voice sent Tommaso's heart into his throat. He stared at the phone screen in disbelief, as if this were some kind of cruel joke. He rushed toward his study like a madman and burst through the door. The room stood silent except for his ragged breathing and pounding heartbeat. His gaze swept across the entire room before finally settling on the desk.

Because I don't remember this pack having one cause the last Alpha didn't bother to have one built. " South of the pack house " she said I sighed knowing I hate to miss my sleep , but I knew I wouldn't hear the end of it from Aunt and Uncle if I didn't " Ok I will try to be there" I hung up the phone . But hanging up I wondered who sent me the text because no one here has my number, just my family, I thought to myself . So I texted back " Who is this ? " *Kane * " Who is this? " is the text I get back from her , knowing she might not want to talk to me if I told it is me . So I decided not to tell her " Just know I will be seeing you in the morning " I texted back .

She stood in the center of the crowd, surrounded by warmth and noise. Compared to her, my side of the office looked almost deserted. I stood alone in the corner. She smiled at me. I looked away, put on my coat, and left. That night, Ethan came home with his usual cool, effortless expression. I still could not stop myself from asking. "Ethan, did you invest in our company?" He looked up. Our eyes met. His expression barely changed. "Yes." I asked again, "Why did you choose us?"

No problems there. It took some time, but we got there eventually. Karl got bored in our small prison and started texting someone or playing a game. I couldn't tell. That's how I knew he had his phone and where it was. I would have to get it from him at some point and use it to call the only phone number I could remember-the phone number I'd had since my move to London four years ago. I did not know any other numbers by heart but I knew that one.

Kay managed to grab the stacko beam and put the beam back at the very top. The woman looks satisfied that she didn't drop the stacko. Although Kim always loses, but she has a sharp mouth that can make her sister lose. "It's my turn." A excited Kyra rubbing her hands prepares to take her turn. Kay and Kim discuss which number they'll choose. Until they finally found a deal. They showed stacko beam numbered 14 located at the very bottom. Kyra opens her mouth flabbergasted. "Seriously?" Kay and Kim nodded their heads. Finally, taking a deep breath, Kyra prepares to pick up the beam located in the middle. She slowly tapped the number 14 beam with her index finger.

He had brought me here to help celebrate her. I sat listlessly in a corner, nursing a drink, feeling completely out of place. Across the room, Kade and Sara were huddled close, whispering and laughing together, lost in their own private world. The night devolved into drinking games. Then, the worst one started. "Kade!" someone yelled. "Time to choose! The screen will show you options—pick your ideal Luna!" The large screen flashed through images of famous models, actresses, and then... Sara. And me. My photo was up there next to hers.

I was done. Then my phone buzzed. A vibration so sharp it rattled my bones. I glanced down. One text. One number I hadn’t seen in years. They told me you’d pick one. You picked the wrong thing.