Rwby Phone Novels & Stories

Ben felt like passing out directly in his frustration, but in the end, he resigned himself to another round. Once again, the sounds of battle resonated through the room as they resumed the game. Until Ben's phone vibrated. Feeling a bit woozy from the drinks, Ben reached into his pocket and checked his phone. "Mr. Wordsworth, it's a call from Miss Three." The Wordsworth family members didn't have Reginald's private number, only Ben's. Normally, Reginald wouldn't bother answering, and it was up to Ben whether he wanted to pick up.

"I will call Ryker." "Yes, do that." Aiden agreed. Bryan unlocked his phone, fingers moving fast to find Ryker's number and call. Holding the phone to his ear, it rang, but Ryker was not picking either. It rang once…twice… thrice…still no response. "Where exactly is he?" Bryan muttered under his breath, "Pick up already," he sighed and switched the phone to his other hand. "Come on." He was even starting to get worried with the way Ryker was also not picking up. They just wanted to know if everything was okay with Kira.

"Uhm...right away, your highness." "Wo... wo... wo... bro, what's going on? Why the sudden change in attitude, bro?" Brice was surprised by the sudden burst during the meeting, which almost had him falling off his chair. Subsequently, after several failed attempts by Rye trying to contact the guys, I took my phone out and dialed Ashley's new number, feeling some kind of dread about how Rye couldn't get a hold of Josh and Ryan. After a few tries, I also couldn't get to her. I tried Alex's, and I got the same response about them being out of coverage area.

But this isnt the greendale woods. “Do you know where lives? Or his phone number?” “Yes. he gave me a number, but i didnt know what it was for.” O fcourse werewolves dont use phones, they dont get signals here. “Can you get me that number? I need it.” i said to which he agreed. Boris quickly retrieved the number and handed it over to me. I saw that it was a phone number written in neat handwriting. "Is this Kevin's number?" I asked.

"Give me the number, I'll call myself." Looking up, she wiped her face with the back of her hands and handed me the phone. Four rings later, a woman whom I presumed to be the receptionist spoke. "JBR Enterprises, good morning, how can I help you?" "I need to speak with Ryan Burke, this is from San Rose Hospital. He's the emergency contact for one of our patients." "Sorry sir, I can't put any calls through at the moment, Mr. Burke is in a meeting right now."

I passed the phone to him and his expression matched mine when he read out the texts. +44 020 73564217: hey Grace. +44 020 73564217: it’s Greta. +44 020 73564217: I heard what happened at Spring today. +44 020 73564217: and I know no one believes you. +44 020 73564217: but I do. _____ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

The yard even looked like it hadn't been taken care of for quite some time. Even if no one was there, didn't Rayden always ask the servants to clean the house? Rhea began to feel that something was strange. As she was about to leave, her cell phone rang. It was a call from an unknown number. A voice she didn't recognize spoke on the other end of the line. "You don't need to find out anything about Bryan Reigner or Moira. Just end your friendship here and go as far away as possible. Leave her alone."

Brrtt Brttt The girl's cell phone vibrated. Charisa looked at the screen. A message entered her Line application. At first time, she thought Yuta whom sent her, because the Japanese boy said he would pick up his book. Charisa took his book in the class accidentally at the last morning, she had not realized yet until she had read the name contact. From: Mr. Grumpy Hemingway "I have been in the park near your residential alley, meet me up now!"

[Clean up the scene] The recipient was the Mayor of Blossomtown, Benjamin Rivera! "Sorry, the person you have dialed is currently unavailable..." The battle was over. Four hundred kilometers away in the north, Zayn Simmon was sitting in a cafe with a phone in his hand, still frowning and trying to call the old man in red. "Zayn, stop calling." Facing Zayn was the head of the Waine family, Ryder Waine. He laughed and waved his hand. "Martial arts grandmasters often have a strange temperament. Maybe he turned off his phone a long time ago, so it's normal if you can't get through to him."

He just went off after seeing him awake. “Did Nova have me watched the whole time? Weird.” Bryce closes his eyes to catch some sleep. The pain reliever he took to ease his back pain had already kicked in. But his phone rang, and he jolted seeing the number registered on the screen. “Fabe? Hey, how are you? Did you get the case?” “Ahh…what are you talking about? What case?” “Oh, come on! You know what I’m talking about.” “Bryce, are you okay?”