Ring Ding Dong Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 2 – The Alliance Ringo Dingo is an application that provides academic service to students. I created this app two years ago to help me with my financial expenses. How does this app work? Basically, a potential client must receive an invitation from me before he/she can d******d the application and use it. But I just don’t simply accept clients. They have to pass the “screening” first. The screening will test how well-off they are and if they can afford the rates we give.

He was just looking at the number when the doorbell of his house rang! "Ding Dong" "Ding Dong" "Ding Dong!" The ringing of the door bell changed into a fierce knocking. "Thak! "Thak! "Thak! He was on his way to open the door but by the way the person outside was knocking, giving him a feeling that something was about to happen! He went to the door and opened it! But as soon as he opened the door, a beautiful girl pounced on him. Her face was tear stained and her eyes were red.

The scene was ripe for a steamy embrace between them— Ring-a-ding-ding! An obnoxious cell phone ringtone blasted through the silence, killing the vibe.

is free? “Ethan, are you there?” Just then, the doorbell rang, making Ethan jump out of his skin. Ding dong!

The bells rang at midnight. Not the sharp, urgent peal of alarms, nor the celebratory chime used for festivals—but the slow, measured toll reserved for declarations. One strike for each district. One strike for each voice counted. Garden Metro went silent as the final bell echoed across stone and steel.

"I don't see Nadine anywhere.... Where is she?" Marie's words made him fall silent again. Ding Dong The sound of the bell prevented Adrian from answering Marie's question and forced him to end the call. Ding Dong Ding Dong Due to the constant ringing of the bell, Adrian rushed to open it. "Lunch service for you." Adrian let the delivery service enter and arrange the food in their dining room. After that, he headed to the study room to call Nadine. Knock Knock There was no answer from inside. Adrian knocked harder on the door.

This wasn’t his fight, wasn’t even his world to intrude upon, but now he was stuck in the midst of it like some tragic background character in a bad romantic farce. And then—just as the argument began to taper into something quieter, something more dangerous in its restraint—his phone buzzed. The vibration came first, buzzing angrily against the side of his thigh, and then came the sound: the chime, high-pitched and artificial, bouncing off every concrete wall in that garage like it had been amplified through a megaphone. Dion’s heart nearly stopped. For a split second, he forgot how to move. His eyes went wide, jaw slack, fingers fumbling against his coat pocket like he’d never used hands b

Vibrating. Brzzt.brzzt.brzzt. Then it rang again. That apple ringtone is noise! I answered the call. Before I could speak, I was yelled at on the other line. +63905******5 "Hey! Where did you go?! Huh?! Come here to the Bench. Hurry up! We're going home! I'm too lazy to go in!" he said annoyed on the other line. "Wait. Who is this huh?! You can shout!! The person you are talking to is not deaf." I said. Is it a good idea to shout at me?

I can’t help the shy embarrassed smile from flitting onto my lips, and my gaze flutters upwards to Dylan. And although he scoffs, something tells me that hidden in the darkness, a faint proud smile sits upon his lips. ________________________________ The ringing is torture. On and on it goes till I blindly lift a hand, casually searching about its position before turning it off. Ring! Ring! Ring! I groan, again shuffling beneath the covers to find the second alarm, disarming it, and rolling back over. Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

A loud, piercing ringtone suddenly shattered the heavy silence. My phone was ringing loudly from the dashboard, the bright screen illuminating the dark car with Liya’s caller ID flashing repeatedly in big, bold letters.