The First Phone Call From Heaven Novels & Stories

His phone was in the palm of his hands, he kept on staring at it with expectations of it disappearing so he won't have to face sprawled claws. Her phone rang once. Please don't pick up. Marley silently prayed. Then twice. Yes don't pick it. Now midway the last ring, he hoped she wouldn't pick up so he could hang up and have a justifying excuse he called but had to response. "Marley Austein Woods," the voice which called out the names sounded like a screeching chalk on a board. "Will you tell me what kind of evil spirits consumed your body and soul to have made you ignore my calls for so long?"

I do as I am instructed, he presses me down to the bed, spreads my leg and thrusts deep inside me, he keeps going for a few minutes then I feel a pool of wetness which I know is not mine, relief washes over me as I am sure he is done for the night, as usual he rolls over and drifts off to sleep. I walk to the bathroom to clean myself up, as I begin to wash off, images of Stiliyan clouds my mind, I begin to imagine Stiliyan touching me, I imagine his hands caressing my breasts, instinctively my fingers move towards my throbbing core and I could feel its slimy wetness, I hear my phone ring, bringing me out of my trance, I quickly wash off and drying myself, I rush into the room to the pick up

"When you earn the right to speak to her, I'll let you know." And just like that— The call went dead. "No—no! Hello?! Hello?!" My voice rose in desperation, but the line was empty. Only the dull, lifeless beep echoed in my ear. My hands shook as I stared at the dead screen. A strangled sob fought its way up my throat. He was gone. I forced myself to move, my fingers scrambling to open my messages. The first one—an audio file. From her. My vision blurred as I tapped play and placed the phone on the counter, my breath catching as her voice filled the kitchen.

Simon. This was the first time he was calling me after the incident on my way to the cemetery. I grabbed my phone off the table and just stared into the phone as it rang, heavily contemplating if I should pick up or just remain in my bubble until I decided that it was completely fine for me to get out of it. My finger slipped in between my thinking process, and I answered the call, placing my phone against my ear, "Hello?"

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a young, naive face. The girl sighed in relief upon seeing her awake. "You finally woke up. That's great. You got bandaged last night and then fell asleep on the chair." Penny sat up, listening to her ask again, "What's your family's phone number? I'll have someone come pick you up." Penny took her phone and dialed Caleb's number without hesitation. The call was answered, and his cold voice came through. "Hello?" "Caleb, it's me." There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. Suddenly, the call was hung up.

And for the first time in a long time, it felt like the universe was finally leaning in my direction. I unlocked my phone again, this time swiping deliberately to my call logs. There was a number there I hadn’t touched in months. One I had memorized long before I ever saved it. A number tied to a promise, a favor, and a debt that had been waiting patiently to be collected. I hesitated for only a second. Then I pressed call. It rang once. Twice. “Hello, Ms. Quinn,” a voice answered, sharp and clear, no hint of surprise. “I was wondering when you’d call.”

It was a damn good day, especially considering that it included the funeral of the only parent I had ever known. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I heard was the buzzing of my phone, and I quickly reached for it on the nightstand so it wouldn't wake Sharon. It was early dawn, and it was evident that we had both fully passed out due to the fact that there was just a dull light coming through the window. I answered the phone without looking to see who was calling, and while I did so, I found myself thinking about when Murphy would be back. "Hey, Phanuel," a voice that was relatively solemn said.

“I could spend the rest of my life here and not be bothered. This is paradise.” I didn’t know what to say and thankfully, I was saved from responding when my phone rang. I wanted to get out of the conversation so badly that I didn’t look at the caller ID before I picked up. “Hello?” I asked hesitantly and when I heard the voice on the other end I froze. “Did you miss me?” BLAKE’S P.O.V

Lia is nowhere to be found, and words are even harder to utter. I can finally get a hang of my phone, and I speed-dial Arthur. "Hello," he answers on his first ring but another wave hits. I feel my soul leave my body, and I smile, the phone dropping as I take my last breath. This is good, at least I heard him before I could go. ***

Olivia: Just wait. He threw his phone on the couch. He walked to the window. He pressed his forehead against the cold glass and closed his eyes. Please, he thought. Please let it be me. He didn't pray. He had never prayed. Not in the basement, not in the hospital, not in the twenty-five years since. But he prayed now. Please. --- At 8:27 PM, his phone rang. Emma. He answered on the first ring. "Emma?" "Where are you?"