Saints Row 2 Phone Book Novels & Stories

Sean muttered, sweeping the table with his arm, to push empty bottles and food leftovers to the floor before sitting down on the only clean chair he found. Jim jumped to his feet to go stand right behind him as Sean browsed the billing records. “Where did you last call her?” “It was the only time. Like a month ago, two weeks before leaving LA.” “Two months ago, then.” Sean scrolled down to early September and found a phone number with a lot of weird codes. He noticed the call had lasted nearly an hour but didn’t comment. That was just another question on the growing list Jim would have to answer. “Maybe this one?”

"I shall escort you both to your luxurious spa treatments." "What a gentleman," Sav teases. "I know." "I'll even wait around for you. Maybe go check out the gaming sections or go work out in one of their gyms." "How thoughtful." We all stand up from the table. Just as I reached for my bag, my phone begins to ring. I frown. "That's strange." The number isn't saved. But the area code immediately catches my eye. Boston, Massachusetts. Harvard. I answer quickly. "Hello, Jennifer speaking."

ISLA'S POV Gabriel's SUV. Vernon Boulevard. 5:14 PM. I’m sitting in the passenger seat, the leather warming against my back, but the chill inside my bones won't leave. Gabriel is behind the wheel. Between us, on the dashboard, sits the small brass key. Number 847 stamped on the head. Metal that smells like pennies and old sweat. Gabriel pulls out his phone. The screen glow illuminates his knuckles. "I have a contact at a security company. They maintain databases of legacy safe deposit systems. Let me run the serial number."

They both stood up, bowed slightly, and left the room. Rowan’s phone began to vibrate on the table as a call came in, it was an unknown number. He had been expecting a phone call, hopefully this was it. “Hello.” He said as he picked his call. “Hello Mr Rowan, it’s Sophie.” Sophie introduced herself. Well, two can play the spy game. Rowan thought to himself as he heard Sophie voice on the line. “If it isn’t the beauty queen herself.” Rowan flirted, honeyed words dripping down his tongue.

Before I could continue speaking Riley banged the door again and suddenly I hung up, I quickly started trying to call Lisa again but it keeps saying not reachable. I started scrolling through my call log and that's when I saw his contact "Axel Wolfe" I was about to press on it when my phone died.

Placing the phone against her ear, she anxiously awaited his response. In his office, Jayden had just returned from a demanding board meeting, seeking a moment of respite on the comfortable sofa. As he relaxed, his phone vibrated, drawing his attention. Retrieving it from his pocket, his eyes widened as he saw Stephanie's San Francisco number illuminated on the screen. With surprise and curiosity, he answered the call, his voice filled with a hint of intrigue. "Hello?"

Then a crumpled napkin. He almost gave up. And then— Cardstock. He pulled it out slowly. A little wrinkled. A little bent. But there. Derek King – Alpha, Silverclaw Pack Emergency Line: (555) 728-9972 Aiden stared at the numbers. He could do this. He had to do this. He wiped his palm on his jeans, stood on shaky legs, and picked up the receiver. He dialed the numbers one by one, mouthing them softly as he pressed each button.

his words just annoyed me. "Why didn't you search for Rose" I asked, since he claim to love Rose he should've searched for her, I even uploaded my pictures on my F******k and added my number back hoping he can see me from there. Well since he is never good with numbers I suppose he won't be able to search me up on F******k. "I did, she told me she works at Juvango, I asked Henry to help me search for any girl that works in Juvango called Rose" he exhaled and continued

"this is your new phone, the phone number is the same as before." She thanked him. It was a Samsung S9. She turned it on and flicked through, frowned. "All my contacts, they're gone." Creepily, only Ryan's contact remained. "Mr. Sterling thought you wouldn't need to contact others as you seem to have few friends. It's enough to keep his number only."

They ended the call and his phone dinged only seconds later. He pulled up the text and wrote down the phone number. I got on the phone and requested the phone records for the hunter’s phone. In a matter of minutes, I had them on my email. I went to the office and printed out the records. When I brought them to the conference room, one particular phone number stood out. Area code 719… that’s a Colorado area code. I took out my phone and looked up the phone number, and I recognized the last name. I smiled to everyone in the conference room, “I know what the number is. I also think I know who she is related to.” Luke asked, “Care to share?” I smiled, “The owner of the phone number is Emily Ball