The First Phone Call From Heaven Mga Nobela at Kwento

KAYLA’S POV: A shiver ran down my spine and for the first time, it wasn’t just from the cold. It was because of the name that flashed on the screen as my phone vibrated. I picked it up, staring at the caller ID, trying to find the words I’d say once I finally answered. Letting out a sigh, I hit the green button before pressing the phone to my ear. “How is he?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Isabella’s hands trembled slightly as she clutched her phone, her eyes darting nervously around the quiet corner of the hospital parking lot where she stood. She had been avoiding this call all day, but now, as dusk settled and the sky turned a deep shade of indigo, she knew she had no choice. Her thumb hovered over the contact saved only as “Unknown,” the name as cryptic as the man behind it. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before finally pressing the call button. The phone rang twice before the familiar deep voice answered, smooth and cold.

The true revelation created a wave in my chest as my phone buzzed. "Hello." "Hello, am I on to Miss Glenn." "Guess, you are." "We are calling from the hospital, Mr. Santiago requests your attention . "

Instead, he gave me a short nod and cleared his throat. “Alpha.” Then he turned and left too. The kitchen was quiet again while I stared at the door. I tapped my fingers on the table at the apprehension that was building up inside me. I hoped Noah knew what he was doing. My phone vibrated on the table, and I glanced at it to see an unknown number. I placed it on recording before picking it up. “Hello.” There was a pause, then the fire god’s voice filtered into the phone. “How did I not know about these small talking boxes?”

Just as I finished grabbing a sandwich and a soft drink, the phone rang. "Hello!" The other end of the line seemed to have encountered something dire, and the voice was a little panicked: "Brother... Hurry up to the 'Stolen Heaven' to save me." This voice belongs to Haley... Eric frowned: "What are you doing there?" "...There's no time to explain. They're about to burst through the door. Hurry up and save me." Through the phone, the noisy sound and the scolding transmitted into his ears, getting louder and louder. Eric paid the money and hurriedly said: "Okay, stay in there and try to delay the time; I'll come right away."

If that place even exists, Feeling the cold floor and my blood dripping bit by bit, I knew that this was the very moment that I was going to die. I will either go to heaven or hell. That's what I thought. As I finally close my eyes, I feel like I'm floating. It's so calm and peaceful. I wish I'd be here forever. The silence was disturbed by a phone call tone. I unconsciously held my hand to reach my phone and answered it. "Hey sleepyhead, I know you are still awake, so... WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU BISH." I immediately ended the call and rolled my eyes, even if it was closed shut.

Before I could finish cooking my meal, my cell phone rang. It was a call from a strange number. My first reaction was that the call should be from a client so I picked it up without deliberation. Unexpectedly, the moment I picked up, Helen's hysterical voice came from over the phone, "Reed Defiant! You're going to die a terrible death! You don't have any conscience at all. Why harm Lita like this? I'm going to kill you!"

Fuck. Fuck yes. Thank you. Thank you, universe. Thank you, rain. Thank you, God, or fate, or whoever the fuck was in charge of cosmic timing tonight because I definitely didn’t have call card to call him. I didn’t even think the call had gone through. Signal here was so bad I barely got one bar when I held the phone up and whispered desperate little prayers into the sky. But there he was. His name glowing like a dirty secret I hadn’t earned yet.

“Okay, okay. One month it is. But if you survive, we’re celebrating. And I’m making the cake.” My phone started ringing just as Sky was making one of her many dramatic declarations about dying from abstinence. I barely glanced at the screen before answering, expecting it to be one of the annoying printers who never understood deadlines. But the moment I heard the voice on the other end, I straightened in my seat. “Hello?” The man on the line introduced himself, and after he spoke for a while, my heart started beating somewhere in my throat. “Oh… really?” I managed to say, blinking hard. “Okay, sir. Thank you, sir. Thank you so much, sir.”

"1-year ago... on our first marriage anniversary I switched on my old phone after months. I was so overwhelmed with my emotions that night, that I didn't notice it but when I woke up in the morning, I found so many missed calls from a particular no. I was confused. I tried calling that number but nobody picked up for the first few rings. Finally, a man picked up the call and the thing he told me was the happiest thing I could ever hear. He told me that he is trying to contact me for the last 10 months but my phone was switched off. When the accident happened he was passing from there. He immediately took you to the hospital. He was only able to get your phone with you. The first no. was mine