Pick A Number Novels & Stories

Exactly like the photograph. I grabbed the handle immediately. It wouldn’t open. Brandon tried next. Nothing happened. Then I noticed something beside it. A small keypad. Four numbers appeared underneath. I stared at it carefully. “What numbers?” Brandon asked. I didn’t know. Then I remembered something. Our first date. Brandon had asked me something. “What was your favorite number?” I had laughed. “Seven.” I entered seven. Nothing happened. Brandon smiled slightly afterward. “You said four.” I frowned. “I said seven.”

She didn't know how everyone felt but according to their attitude, Calantha knew things were not good, so she tried not to bother anyone. The bus parked near where she lived. Calantha got out of the car and walked into the dilapidated little apartment building. This place didn't even have an elevator. She dragged her tired body up five floors, came to a small room in the corner, searched until she found the key in her pocket, plugged it in the lock, and entered. In the brightly lit room, the TV was showing a certain movie. She took off her shoes and shouted loudly, "I'm back."

I handed Jack a crayon and he nodded. "I am going to write down what your number is going to be in the future." I wrote down '1089' on my ripped corner, then turned it upside-down on the table in front of Jack. "That is going to be your number. Now you write the number you have in your head down on this piece of paper." "Can you see the number?" He asked, carefully hiding his number with his hand. "Yes. Since I already wrote down what your future number will be, I can see it." Jack had chosen 431. "Now, subtract the mirror of this number. So subtract 134."

Jaden just shook his shoulder giving a shrug like he was himself unaware and weirded out by the current situation. "By the way what is your name?" Isabella asked but when Jaden didn't reply, she spoke herself. "You know mine so it's fair only if I know yours too!" "Jaden" he answered And with that he walked away. Isabella also followed him outside towards the lift, hoping that she could get the pin for left so that she would leave but when they finally reached their resident put his fingerprint right adjacent to the lift where she saw nothing but plain steel after that the machine Shook and answered

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

Wendy announced in a clear voice as she stood on the fighting stage, “The matches will be drawn via lottery. We have a hundred cards, with numbers from one to fifty written on them. For every number, there will be a pair. The one who draws the same number as you do will be your opponent!” While Wendy was speaking, two workers carried trays over, with cards splayed over them. Fane simply picked a card with the number '21' written on it. It seemed that his opponent would be the person holding the other card with the number '21' on it. “All right. Has everybody gotten their number?”

So if keeping her name a secret will keep her ex away, so be it. “Favorite number?” I asked her. “That’s a good one actually, thirteen”, she answers. “You”? “Seven”, I reply. “Prime numbers”, she says quietly, and I look at her confused. “Numbers that can only be factored by one and themselves”. Figures she’s super intelligent, this fucking girl is an eighteen-year-old entrepreneur! “I want ice cream”, she randomly blurts out. I laugh as I grab my phone to check and see what’s still open, “Door Dash is still delivering. What kind of ice cream are you looking for”?

Please let me team up with Tessa. I open the chit and check the number. 0014. I turn towards Tessa who looks back at me. "What number did you get?" She asks. I hold the chit in front of her and her shoulders hunch. "Mine is 0018." Tessa says. Oh no!

Helen sighed. His mind was still unsettled from his confrontation with Gwen so there was no way he could choose. Seeing his dilemma, Carl came to his rescue. "Why don't you just pick a number between one and one hundred, tell it to Dita who's driving today so she can't be swayed to tell any of us, and after the ride we'll try to guess it. Closest guess wins!" Kyle grinned at the man and nodded. He whispered a number into Dita's ear and she smiled happily.

She smiles in her toffee accent. The dealer nods to me. Huh, me? Oh crap. “Okay.” I smile as I pretend to know what the hell I’m doing. Umm. I nervously look around at the numbers. What the heck number should I pick? “Umm.” The table all wait for my answer. Oh shit. “Ten, please,” I announce. My heart starts to race and I watch the wheel spin around and around until, unbelievably, it lands on ten. “You win.” The dealer smiles.