Unknown Caller Book Novels & Stories

He knocked on it, but no one opened it even after waiting for so long. " Pearl.. " Pearl! " He called her again and again, but no one answered back. " That's weird " He took out his phone and called her. The call didn't go through. " The subscriber you are trying to reach is currently out of network coverage. " A robotic voice spoke. Daniel narrowed his eyes. He picked his phone and called Anastasia. " Hello? " The call was answered immediately. " Are you with Pearl? " " No, she is not in the campus today "

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.

My brother in every way that mattered. The buzzing of my phone startled me. Unknown number. I hesitated. I wasn’t in the mood for a call right now so I let it ring out. I knew the city would be buzzing with the noise of the shootout and I wasn’t ready for that. To talk to anybody. But the caller persisted until I grabbed the damn phone. I answered it with a growl. “What?” A deep voice on the other end. Calm. Unfamiliar. “Don Moretti.”

But just before I could type out the message, a phone rang beside me, it was Kara's phone. "Kara" I called out, picking up the phone as I stared at the screen. It was an unknown caller. Which was weird because only few people had contact with us and their contacts were saved. Evelyn. Diego. Nathan. The doctor. The Milk boy. There was always a title but not an unknown contact. "You have a phone call Kara" I shouted again. "Who is it? Why can't you answer it?" Kara answered back from the kitchen.

A Burner phone Across the city Sophie sat at her desk with the phone number on the screen in front of her. She had been running traces on it for the last forty minutes. Burner phones left almost nothing to work with. No registration, no billing address, no network history that pointed to a real person or a real location. She had known within the first ten minutes that it was going to come back empty but she ran it anyway because she had told Sarah she would, and because Sophie had learned over the years that empty results still told you something.

The caller ID featured only the number of the caller, and not their name as it would have if the person had been saved into my phonebook. “Hey Cal, it’s Ricky. I’m just phoning to see if you’re alright.” Great. Just who I wanted to hear from – as if my mind wasn’t full of questions as it was. “Hey Ricky. I’m fine, you?” “I’m ok. The school has given us the rest of the week off school so that we can get counselling and so that we can recover from the ordeal. Have you seen Kay today?” I shook my head, forgetting that he couldn’t see me.

This would be prevented if you could just OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! [UNKNOWN NUMBER: Mr Laurent? Please help.] THIS CONTACT IS NOT IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK. BLOCK? oOo Gael blinked at the unknown number--sure, there were always spam calls and those people that trolled the system and ran numbers to get to his, but this one seemed like the other person actually had his contact. [to UNKNOWN NUMBER: Who is this?] [UNKNOWN NUMBER: This is Arabella Miller. We met earlier today. At the school.] [Arabella Miller (school):

I thought to myself as i furrowed my brow gently "Who is that and why are you frowning your face?" Nicky asked as she peeped on the screen of my phone " It's an Unknown number? (She paused and also furrows) Pick it now," She finally said "But it might be a scam call," I said to her "Well, it might be but still pick it first baby," She said "Hmm, alright then," I said and picked it "Hello," the person said on the phone...... Hello, please who am I speaking with? I asked him

one of the board members said, her voice filled with assurance. As I sat in the boardroom, engrossed in the discussion surrounding the money laundering scandal, my phone suddenly vibrated, indicating an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, I noticed that the number was unfamiliar and displayed as “Unknown Caller.” Curiosity piqued, I answered the call, uncertain of what to expect. “Hello?” I said cautiously, my voice filled with a mixture of intrigue and apprehension. The voice on the other end of the line was disguised, distorted to conceal the caller’s true identity.

I frowned at the screen. Unknown Number. I hesitated for a second. Only two types of people called from blocked or unknown numbers—PR disasters or problems I’d have to deal with personally. I picked up. “Hello?” I answered, voice sharp. “Good evening, Mr Blackwood,” came a crisp, professional female voice. “This is Claudia. I’m calling on behalf of Mr Volkov from Volkov corporations” The name made my spine straighten instinctively. Volkov. Of course.