Pick A Number Novels & Stories

She picks it up. Unknown number. Not Vael's pattern, not the number from last night, something new, and the message is not four words this time, it is one. "Run"

This one was just a dance but I still didn't want to watch Saint dance with another woman while I looked pathetic on the side. “Leslie, where are you going?" Kayla asked. “I will be back." I walked away. “President Baxter would make his first pick now." The MC announced while I hurried to the closest exit. "Alright, please turn it to the audience for them to see. Wow, number 8. Who is the lucky woman with the number eight card?" Eight? I paused and looked down at my own card. I gasped as the said number stared back at me. I returned to where I was standing and raised my hand. “Uhm…that's me.”

Ruby POV After we got into the car, Cassy and Scarlett turned to me. "Was it him?" Cassy demanded and I nodded. "Yep. I don't know how he got my number again. I'll have to change it. I'm so sick of changing numbers, Cass." I sighed as she held me tightly. "I know you are but it's the best way for him to leave you alone." Cassy replied and Scarlett nodded. Don and Foxy looked confused but didn't ask anything.

To Wills surprise and delight he found a small ladder behind the outhouse, there was also a wooden shovel, which irked Will as he remembered all the digging he did the day before. Earlier when he had circled around the church, he had noticed voices from the eastern side of the church. He carried the ladder to one of the bigger windows on the eastern side, and quietly propped it up against the wall. Once Will got to the top of the ladder, a huge grin appeared on his face. As he had thought, the woman was some kind of nun from the church, and she was teaching the kids how to read. She had set up some small papers with some letters and pictures on a board, and the children were paying attention

You don't want no problems, want no problems with me Just another day, had to pick up all the mail There go Chano ridin' through the streets, they be like, "There he go!"🎶🎶 Playing a game on my Xbox, I rap along as my phone plays 'No problem by Chance the rapper ft 2chainz and Lil Wayne. "Honey." I stopped singing when I heard a voice call from outside my room. "Honey." My mum knocks at the door and enters. Pausing my game, I sigh and faced her. "What now, Mum?"

I asked a little annoyed that someone else was meant to be hers “If you had to pick between going to the beach or going to the mountains which, would you pick?” she asked “that’s a hard one I like both? Can I pick both?” I asked “Nope you have to pick one” she smirked “Okay the mountains, you?” it was a hard one I enjoyed both so I just said the first one that came to me

He said and I sighed. "Four.” I prayed that I'll win, he threw the dice in the air and it landed on the table but still spinning around. Suddenly it stops and show 5, I lose. So this is our usual tradition when we have a bet, the thing is we have to pick a number and it's base on luck actually. If you pick 4 than you have to get 4. That's our bet and yes it's insane but that's our thing together. "Six" He announced and threw the dice to the air.

Max looked at Cally with his crooked smile, what hell? Cally lifted her face, then looked at Max gently. "Let's play tonight, I'll write down the address!" Cally exclaimed while giving her cell phone number. "You can also sweet, fine, I will come tonight!" he cried enthusiastically like an old fart about to take a girl's hand. Cally just smiled inwardly, okay, looks like she needs to have some fun with this anchovy class playboy. Max and all his henchmen left Cally and Stephan, Reymond who had set up his camera and turned it off. Then approached Cally with a surprised face.

"The numbers that can not be changed into rules are 6,7,8,13,14 and 15." A lean muscled guy walked into the middle with a tray of what I figured out to be glass cups of alcohol. He went round the circle and we all picked a glass. "Let's say, number ten... We all make a cat sound, meow." He held his drink in his hand. "Get it?" "Yes!" We chorused and I was already feeling excited. "One, two, three, four..." The game began and I was anxious for it to reach me.

I hang up the upcoming call on my phone for the umpteenth time this morning before I decide to just switch it off. Today's got to be perfect. I can't afford distractions. I ignore the weird feeling laced with that word. After taking a few breaths, I finally step out of my car and make my way into the giant building I've googled too many times. It looks even better in person. "Hi how are you doing?"