Then Who Was Phone Novels & Stories

And then I walk outside and I lay on the ground. I fish out my phone and then I look at the image of the one and only girl I love not including my mother. And I talk to her like a stupid person. But suddenly my phone ring. And when I saw it was kleanor. I immediately answer it. "Hello dude, It's been a long time, how was our dimension?" I ask immediately. "This is not kleanor, Zack, I am just curious about the name inside of the phone book of Kleanor, When I saw your name so I tried to make a call. Is this Zack that I know? this is Damon, If you know me please answer."

“No, Father would never allow me to have one, says that I don’t need it. If anything happened and I needed to reach any of them, then the staff could call them.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a phone and hands it to her. “Here, this is my personal phone, the only people that have this number is my parents, sisters, and my Beta and Gamma. I will let them all know to not text or call this number to reach me anymore. I will go tomorrow and get a new phone and a new number. In the meantime, my business phone number is saved in the contacts. You can reach me on that number until I get a new one for my personal use.”

“Are you?” “Yes. I’m fine. Just… anxious to speak to you. Did I wake you?” “No. I’ve been up and working for a while now. Who is Mark Hutio? A friend?” “Yeah, he’s… why?” “Because the caller ID on the phone said his name.” “Oh, well, someone stole my phone last night.” She giggled. “Sorry.” “No, it’s okay. I just don’t understand why you needed it. Why don’t you have your own phone?”

The helplessness. I gripped my phone tightly. Something wasn’t right. I lost this phone. At the hospital… or at least, that’s what I thought. So who has it now? Mrs. Whitmore? The doctor? A stranger? Someone who had been watching? My breathing slowed as one thought settled in. Clear. Cold. Certain. The person who has that phone… Is the same person who sent us the money to escape. And if everything happening over there continues… It’s only a matter of time.

Not alone, at least. “Hello” I looked back to my phone, checking whether I called the right person, but well, I called the right no. “Who’s this?” I asked the raspy voice owner. I heard the throat-clearing noise and some hassle bustle but then heard again, “Hey good morning, It is me, Nathan.”

A slim Patek Philippe watched silently from his wrist. He adjusted the Cartier dark shades over his eyes, despite the fading sky. Just as he moved forward, his phone buzzed in his palm. He glanced down. The screen lit up with a name he hadn’t saved—Caleb, identified by Truecaller. He let the phone ring once more before answering, lifting it slowly to his ear. “Xup, bro?” The sound of the voice pulled his expression taut. His brows narrowed slightly, and he stopped walking. The tone was relaxed, almost careless, but unmistakably familiar.

Just then the phone buzzed again. Same name! Same caller! Damian Reyes.

“I’m going to need his location as soon as possible. Track him down using whatever means necessary.” He was definitely just a petty henchman. I needed him to help me find the boss. Which means I needed to get to him and get answers. •Flashback ends• Just then, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. I clicked on the screen and picked up the call. “Hello?” “Is this August Wolfe?” A man’s voice asked. “Who’s calling?” I replied to his question with a question. It was probably the press. They did this a lot.

He had a way to deal with Eamon, thanks to Daniel Carr. He pressed another drink against the feeling of bitterness, and that was when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out, a big annoyed, and flipped it open. It was an unknown number, and his heart skipped a beat. He had been waiting for this phone call for a while now. The voice came on the other end in a cold and calculated manner. "It is done."