The First Phone Call From Heaven Novels & Stories

I had placed the burner phone in it while on one of our breaks on our journey back home. I finally found it. In it, there was only one number, and so I dialed it and prayed to the moon goddess that there should be an answer. There was the first ring, the second ring, the third ring, and the fourth, I was starting to lose hope when finally the call was picked up. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I heaved, "Hello?" I spoke. "Hello," she answered, "Naomi, hey, how are you doing?" I asked in concern.

I nodded with a smile and walked to the window to check out the view, I got to the window and was so happy starting at the view one can the whole city of New York from here “Do you like the view?” He asked standing beside me “It's perfect” I smiled, a call suddenly came into my phone, it was an unknown number making me wonder who it was “Who's calling?” My hubby asked “I don't know” I shrugged and slid on the green Icon “One of these days, I’ll be sending you to hell” Came a strange voice, I pulled the phone out of my ear and looked at the number for the second time before putting it back in my ear

But sleep refused to come, so I kept staring at my phone. Who stays on a call like that for ten whole minutes? And why wouldn’t he or she answer now? Frustrated, embarrassed, and desperate for answers, I decided to try one final time. I dialed the number again. This time, the person answered immediately. And the second I heard the voice, my entire body went rigid. A low chuckle came from the other end before a male voice spoke. “Tell me something, Heaven… Why is Heaven calling hell this late at night?”

I turned the device back on wordlessly. The silence in the room stretched as we both awaited the phone to reboot. After a few seconds, the screen finally lit up, and the first thing that greeted me was a staggering 50 missed calls from Sebastian. 50! What the actual fuck?

Sherry said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Syl. I almost let something happen to you. I won't let something like this happen again." "It's okay. I'm fine, so don't worry." After chatting a little more, she hung up the phone. Then, she immediately opened her call log. There was a call at 1 a.m. It was from Odell, and the call had lasted a little over a minute. She was already lying on the table at midnight, so she could not have answered the phone at 1 a.m. 'So, the person who went to Lush Heaven and brought me back was Odell?'

Fiona Forger snorted softly, looking away quickly. After a while, Damian Desmond finally hung up the phone. 'Why don't you eat?' He asked carelessly. 'Eat, eat!' But he looked at her like that; it was strange that she could eat it! I don't know if heaven has mercy on her; his phone just went silent, then her phone rang again; hearing this ring, Fiona Forger's heart trembled, instinctively grabbed the phone. .. Just a second, she thanked God for a phone call to save her; the next second, she regretted it. This phone call was untimely.

"We work with evidence, Heaven, and you know this. The last time we took your word for it that he was alive, we were made to look like fools." Heaven sighed as she remembered that unpleasant event. "I know. But this time, I mean it." "Evidence, Heaven. Evidence," the man said. He ended the call without waiting for her reply. She pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. Out of frustration, she threw it across the bed.

Then, she took another elevator to her room. After taking a bath, she got to bed early. She was getting ready for bed when the phone rang. “Pheebs, there was an earthquake in Solaria City. Are you okay?” “Mr. Hemsworth?” The man on the other end of the call sounded displeased and complained, “Pheebs, I’ve told you to call me Xavier. Don’t always call me Mr. Hemsworth. It sounds like we are strangers.” Perhaps she was in a good mood. Instead of being as serious as usual, she chuckled and said, “Okay, Xavier. Thank you for asking.”

“She’s been transferred to…” My phone rang. The sound cut through the air, slicing her words in half. Unknown number. My heart dropped. Slowly… I answered. “…Hello?” A pause. Then a cold voice came through. “Hello, this is Sunpeak Central Hospital. Am I speaking with Ariel Cole?” Something in his tone— Too calm. Too final. My blood ran cold.

He had felt the bond between us, hadn't he? ‘He did…’ Kira responded again. Atlas pulled something from his pocket —a phone. “Do you know his number? You can call him. But quickly.” Hope flared within my chest. Andres, my mate. I nodded hurriedly. “Yes, I know his number,” I remembered it from Papa's diary, the first time I called him. Atlas stepped closer, and he removed my shackles. I quickly took the phone and started dialling his number. My hands shook; it felt like eternity to call him, and then, finally, I did—but the moment the ring connected, a cruel laugh sliced through the chamber, startling me. So much so that the phone slipped from my hand.