Rwby Phone Novels & Stories

Fingers snapped to his phone, thumb jabbing contacts. The line connected after one ring. A deep voice rumbled, "Brown." "You have work," Ryan barked, voice steel. "Keep eyes on someone. Tight tail, full report. Sending details now." "Name and specs?" the contact grunted. "Forwarding. Don't lose her." Click. Ryan thumbed the text off—Daisy's photo, plate number, routine—phone dropping to his lap. He exhaled hard, head thunking back against the seat. "Why's friendship got to be this damn hard?"

Accepting the call, at last, Brooklyn held the phone to her ear, her heart beating wildly with apprehension. “Hello, who’s this?” she croaked with fear. “Hey, it’s me, Ryder. I just called to say that we’ve reached LA,” said Ryder excitedly. “Ryder? Oh, how did you get my number? Where’s Brandon?” Asked Brooklyn, feeling relieved. “Brand just rushed to the washroom. He gave me your number to inform you. So are you missing me?” Asked Ryder making Brooklyn frown.

His face went white and then red. “What? Sydney, we’re working on us. Are we not?” “How?” I balked, letting out a bitter laugh. “It doesn’t seem like we’re getting better. We’re yelling at each other without caring if our child….” I trailed off as my phone started ringing and both of us turned to look at it. The screen lit up with the caller ID. Bryce Westin. My heart sank. His eyes flashed, something ugly dancing on his face. “It’s him, isn’t it?” His voice dropped, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s Bryce Westin.”

he muttered under his breath. The line rang and rang before going on voicemail. Bryce pulled the phone away, his jaw tightening. “Damn it, Richard,” he snapped quietly. He didn’t waste time, he dialed again and got the same result. Voicemail. His frustration spiked instantly. Richard never ignored his calls. Not like this. Unless something was wrong. Bryce lowered the phone slowly, his mind racing through possibilities. Then his phone rang and he looked at it and saw an unknown number.

When this was over, if heads were going to roll, she’d just as soon hers stayed firmly on her shoulders where it should be for the next couple of hundred years if she played her cards correctly. * * * Bryce Emerson slipped the burner phone head used to contact Mika Ito into his jeans pockets and pulled out another, almost identical one from his other pocket, dialing the only number the device contained. It rang only once before he gave the same simple message. “We are a go.” He hung up before his contact could say more and put the phone back in his pocket.

Tan🌗 🏒: 😂😂😂 Ro🐺: 8036733022, my phone number Tan🌗 🏒: 8033504895, mine as well Ro🐺: saved Tan🌗 🏒: same here Ro🐺: goddess, texting you is so awkward. Tan🌗 🏒: I don't think it's awkward at all, I am enjoying it. Ro🐺: yeah, because you are obsessed with me. Tan🌗 🏒: yes and I wish I had smuggled you out with me back to my pack.

Fortunately, his cellphone rang, and he answered it. "Hello. Mr President. To what do I owe this call?" he asked, and we all went silent. I held my sobs. I watch my father's expression go from blank to that of fear. "I see. I will be there." He said and hung up. Then he looked at me. "Was anything strange happening in Rayuwa?" he asked "Well, some people tried to leave the Island, and they died," I said, confused.

he added, leaning forward. "Y-Yes?" Brienne replied uncertainly. Raven took his phone out and gave it to Brienne. "What am I going to do with this?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Put your number," Raven said. Brienne typed her number as Raven requested and returned the phone. Raven called the number, and when Brienne's phone vibrated inside her pocket, she took it out and made Raven see it. "Good, it is really your number," he said.

Raymond was just parking at the perimeter of the property, already hearing the sounds of the construction worker when his phone pinged with a message. With hope in his heart, he grabbed his phone immediately. A frown marred his forehead when he realised that it wasn't Athena. He clicked on the message from the unknown number and his frown deepened into a grim scowl. “Hello, handsome. Miss me?” The fuck?!

No way to let Rhys know where she was or why she couldn't make it. Unless... She emerged from the stall and approached the assistant, who was checking her own phone while waiting. "Excuse me," Ravyn said, her voice friendly and apologetic, "I know this is a huge imposition, but my phone was confiscated this morning and I desperately need to make one call. Could I possibly borrow yours? Just for two minutes?" The assistant looked uncertain, clearly torn between being helpful and not wanting to cross the Hawkins family. "I'm not sure I should..."