Ring Ding Dong Novels & Stories

Her mobile and door created chaos. Ding Dong ... Ding Dong. The doorbell starts ringing again with her mobile creating continuously a buzzing sound with a loud ringtone. "AAARgh who is going crazy in the early morning. She frustratedly looked at her mobile screen which showed the caller's name. Becky hit the receive button and said. "He..hello" in a sleepy tone. "Wake up you lazybones. I have been calling you for ages. Where the hell are you? "sleeping". She replied in half-sleep.

AURORA That night, Damon made do with his threat. I had just laid my head on the pillow, my body begging for rest, when a sharp, jarring bell rang just outside the door. Clang! The sound tore through the stillness like a blade, harsh and unrelenting. My eyes flew open, my heart racing. It didn’t stop. The bell rang again the next night. And the next. And the next. Each time I drifted close to sleep, it would sound again; loud, metallic, merciless.

I type it out and send. And it's less than 5 seconds that my phone starts to ring. "Hello, doll."

Then a third time. Then it started ringing. The ringtone was the default one I had never bothered to change and it was loud in the quiet of the loft and Darin pulled back just enough to see my face. I reached into my pocket with the hand that was not currently pressed flat against the wall to keep me upright and looked at the screen. Lola. Her name sat there on the display, bright and insistent, ringing for the fourth time. Darin looked at the screen. His jaw tightened. His hand on my neck stayed put, but felt different, the grip becoming something that was less comfort and more possession, his fingers pressing slightly tighter against my pulse.

And with every wail of the siren cutting through the night, Drick felt it deep inside— they would not give up. ……….. Ring… ring… ring…! The loud ringing of a phone echoed inside Madam Carolina’s vast office. The entire place was silent—the ticking of a clock and the faint rustling of the curtains were the only sounds—until they were shattered by the relentless ringing. Carolina quickly grabbed the phone, her grip tight, clearly anxious and tense. “Hello…” her voice was cold, yet trembling. From the other end, one of her trusted people responded.

His thumb hovered over the screen, and the phone kept ringing. Ringing. Ringing.

I glanced at the glittering jewels on screen, then at the cheap cup set in my arms, and let out a hollow laugh. Perhaps in Simon’s eyes, I really was just a tragic joke. Their foreheads touched in the video, then their lips crashed together. The obscene, wet sounds of their kiss echoed jarringly through my speakers. [Oops~ Just so you know, after your little wedding show, Simon will be marrying me legally. Remember, the woman without the certificate is the real mistress~]

It also knows the sound of automatic rifles being racked before bullets fly past our heads. With precious cargo and selective mutism at best, I buck against the hands trying to scurry me along as I strap the munchkin to his Dad’s chest. Leave it to the witch to know when his curse is in full effect. As I hear orders being barked around the corner, Nicky’s latest ringtone on the new burner fires off, giving away our position. As the formerly fun and relaxing chorus of “everybody was kung-fu fighting….” goes off in my pocket.

I hit the red button and lower the phone, staring at the dark screen for a moment. My mind wanders to what happened last night. I had gone to one of the dating apps to see if any lady wanted a guy she could sex chat with, but I had quickly changed my mind because I didn't want anyone to fall in love with me. I was doing it for the money, and nothing else. That was how I found myself on the gay part, and on this particular guy's inbox whose account name was Cinder. For the life of me, I don't know what made me bold enough to message him about being able to make him come within minutes of chatting dirty with him.

"Three, two, one..." At this moment, a clear phone rang...