Unknown Caller Book Novels & Stories

Tove whispered enthusiastically while walking with Tagan. “Tama ka tara Taga -----“ I was cut off by a call on my phone. I picked it up and immediately frowned when an unregistered number is calling. Maybe this is another one of Dad bitches girls! I turn it off and I was about to put it in my pocket when it rings again. "Who is that?" Tove ask they were both looking at me. "I don't even know unregistered number oh" "Answer maybe important dickhead" Tagan whispered.

Retrieving it from my back pocket, I checked the caller ID: 'Unknown. I sighed, assuming it was likely a telemarketer or a scammer. Uninterested, I disconnected the call. Settling into the driver's seat, I placed my phone on the adjacent chair. Just as I prepared to start the car, the phone rang once more. Glancing at the screen, I saw the same unfamiliar number. Puzzled, I couldn't recall sharing my number with a stranger. Cautiously, I answered, hoping for a positive reason behind the persistent calls.

I looked at the screen. Unknown Number. I narrowed my eyes. Normally, I wouldn’t bother. But something made me pause. I picked it up, thumb hovering for a second before I accepted the call. “Shane Blackwood.” “Ah, Mr. Blackwood,” a deep male voice replied, tinged with a polished Asian accent. “I apologize for the intrusion. I’m sure you weren’t expecting my call. My name is Kenjiro Nakamura. I’m the CEO of Zenith Edge Communications, based in Singapore.”

*** Sender: Unknown Number [Your number was given to me by one of your staff. *** What? *** Sender: Unknown Number [My mother refuses to give me yours,] [So, I asked one of your staff,] [This is Tyler, by the way.] *** Althea’s eyes widened, and she looked at the messages in shock. But when her eyes wandered to the number, she hurriedly pressed the home button and went to the call history. Sure enough, the number was the same. —

I hang up the upcoming call on my phone for the umpteenth time this morning before I decide to just switch it off. Today's got to be perfect. I can't afford distractions. I ignore the weird feeling laced with that word. After taking a few breaths, I finally step out of my car and make my way into the giant building I've googled too many times. It looks even better in person. "Hi how are you doing?"

Unknown Caller Arielle didn’t remember pressing the call button. She only remembered staring at the empty space where Daniel’s number used to be saved… and then deciding she didn’t need it. She knew it. Her fingers moved on instinct. Nine digits. Her heart thudded violently in her chest as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times— It clicked. Arielle straightened on the bar stool, suddenly breathless. “Hello.” That voice. Deep. Smooth. Controlled.

Kevin Kyle's deep voice disrupted her train of thoughts, and she looked up at him and asked, "Hmm?" "I..." When he was about to speak, his mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He frowned slightly and answered, "What's the matter?" Nick Black replied, "We have tracked down the unknown number. This number was activated many years ago, and the phone bill is paid every month. However, there is a very limited record of calling or messaging. The phone number is not formally registered too, so it is very difficult for us to find out who the person is." The phone number was activated a few years ago. The bill was paid monthly, but it was rarely used for communication, and there was no formal re

A piercing noise kept on ringing inside my ear and I wondered where it was coming from. I fluttered my eyes open that was still heavy with sleep and found my phone on the nightstand, knocking over the lamp in the process. I grabbed my phone and checked the screen to see a ‘no caller ID,’ which was weird because I don't usually give anyone my contacts, even the police. “Who's this?” “Yo Zamani. How good are you at handling business?” I groaned at the person's nonchalance and disrespect. “North, is that you?”

I'm breastfeeding Nico when my phone beeped. It was a message from an unknown number. ... from: +639********* Hi! Are you free today? Can we talk? I just want to talk to you, if you're available. :) ... from: +639********* It's Caleb, by the way. :) ... Oh, so he changed his number? I see. ... from: +639********* I just borrowed a phone from a friend, in case you wonder. Haha.

Nikita tried again, and the call went through. "Ricky, where are you?" "Hello," a person said. Nikita's brows thinned. This voice does not belong to Ricky. "Who are you?" "I am the new owner of the number," the person replied, wanting to hang the call. "Hold on," Nikita said, stopping the person. "The number, where is the previous owner?" "I have no idea. I am the new owner of the number," he said and hung up. Nikita's hand slowly fell from her ear; face etched in confusion.