The First Phone Call From Heaven Novels & Stories

Every single day. I lean forward and stare at her contact. My angel. I wonder what she is doing right now. If she has eaten. If she is resting. I close my eyes. God…. Maybe I should just hear her voice. My thumb pressed the call button before I could stop myself. The phone began to ring. My heartbeat immediately picks up. One ring. Two rings. Three. Come on angel pick up. Four rings. Five. Then the call connects. I immediately straighten in my chair.

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

As the first phone call of my life, I had high hopes that it would be an exciting one. My ears were ringing as soon as I picked up the phone and listened intently. "Mantha, please bring my room key." His icy voice appeared, but this time it sounded exhausted. He abruptly ended the conversation before I had a chance to respond. I shook my head as I looked at the phone screen. Getting my first phone call wasn't exactly exciting. "Was that Alpha Kayden?" Cassie inquired about it. "That's OK," I said. "He's back home, and he'll need his keys." I replied as I retrieved my suitcase of clothing.

"They're all dead! Sister Rosaria stammered into the telephone in her Saint-Sulpice residence. She was leaving a message on an answering machine. "Please pick up! They're all dead!" The first three phone numbers on the list had produced terrifying results - a hysterical widow, a detective working late at a murder scene, and a somber priest consoling a bereaved family. All three contacts were dead. And now, she called the fourth and final number - the number she was not supposed to call unless the first three could not be reached - she got an answering machine. The outgoing message offered no name but simply asked the caller to leave a message.

There was nothing else he could do about it. People come and go. Life goes on. The world doesn’t stop moving for anyone. They had no choice but to go along with the flow of their lives and try to make every single day count. This was the end of Matthew Laurier and Allison Whitney’s story. When Matthew neared his car, he felt his phone vibrating inside his pocket. When he took it out and glanced at the screen, he saw Lily’s name on the caller ID and smiled. “Hi, Matt,” she greeted once he accepted the call. “Where are you right now? I miss you.”

He massages between his brows, annoyed by the sound. Irene was awoken too and she asked, muddled, "Whose phone is it?" Isaac got out of bed to start looking and he found it. It was Irene's, and the caller was unidentified. He passed it to her. She was still sleepy, and she answered without looking. "Excuse me, is this Irene Spencer?" the voice on the other end asked. "I am," Irene replied. And then…

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱? A few hours later, another one popped up. Hey girl, what is up? Still haven't heard from you. Then the final one from early this morning. Okay, okay, now I am a tad bit scared. Call me the second you see this! Guilt pricked at me. I immediately tapped her contact and placed the call, holding the phone to my ear as I paced the length of the beautiful guest room. She picked up on the very first ring. "Oh thank god, you are alive!" Hailey shrieked through the speaker, her voice echoing off the walls.

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

I pushed open the front door and stepped out of the mansion, the cool evening air hitting my feverish skin like ice. My phone felt impossibly heavy in my pocket. With badly shaking fingers, I dialed Emily’s number. "Hi Emily...." She answered on the second ring, her voice full of worry. “Elias? What’s wrong? You sound—” “Emily…” My voice broke completely, tears streaming down my face. “I… I won’t see you again. Heaven is calling me. I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry for everything. Goodbye.” “Elias, wait—! Elias!” she shouted frantically, but I ended the call before she could say anything more.

DAMIEN She doesn't want to stay. Layla refused to stay with me. I don't know why though. She left earlier. My phone beeped. I rushed over to it on my nightstand. It's Ale. "Heaven Alejandro Costa the first......what do I owe this call?" I asked. *I miss you,* he spoke. I smiled. *I wanted to see how you're doing. But it looks like you don't miss me,* he sounded sad.