Unknown Caller Book Novels & Stories

the mysterious caller implored. Before Andrea could grasp the caller's motive, the call abruptly ended with a beep, leaving her bewildered. Still reeling from the previous call, Andrea's furrowed brow betrayed her confusion as another unknown number lit up her phone. She answered with caution, demanding, "Who is calling, please?" "Mrs. Andrea Singers, I am rooting for you and Valentine Anderson," the caller said before abruptly hanging up. Andrea barely had time to process the words before her phone started ringing again.

I called again, louder this time, standing in the middle of the living room and listening. Yet I heard nothing. I stood there for a moment. She was usually home at this hour. And with that specific silence of the house sitting in a way that made the back of my neck go slightly cool, and I was still standing there trying to decide whether I was overthinking it when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to see that it was an unknown number. I put it to my ear. "Hello?" "Hello." The voice on the other end was calm and professional — the kind of voice that had been trained to deliver information steadily regardless of what that information was. "Is this Liam Carson?"

And that it was odd for a number who just called her to be switched off, right? “Or was it Marcus calling me with an unknown number?” the thought sounded in her mind immediately, but at the same time, Josephine knew Marcus's typical behavior. The text doesn’t sound like how he used to behave. But then, she doesn’t know him anymore, and he could still be the one, right? She minimized the call app and launched the Play Store app at once! In the search area, she launched her keyboard and typed “Truecaller.” Back at the bank she worked before she was sacked, she had always listened to Bianca talk about how she used the Truecaller app to fish out people who called her with an unknown number.

“For stopping.” “Don’t mistake this for forgiveness,” I say. “Or a promise.” “I won’t,” he replies. “I’ll take what I’m given.” I leave before my heart can argue. I’m halfway down the hallway when my phone vibrates. Unknown number. I almost ignore it. I don’t have the energy for surprises today. But something instinct, maybe makes me answer. “Christine Kellerham?” a man asks. “Yes.” “This is Daniel Rowe. I handle communications for Northbridge Capital.”

Perhaps he's not close to his phone," I said to Mel. "What happened? Who called you just now?" She inquired. "Well, it's a Venezuela number and I'm just worried because I don't know who this person is. I can't find out the name and this person has been calling me since I got back, and the caller would hang up without saying a word." "Give the number to me, and I'll find out who it is," Mel told me. "You can really do that?" I asked Mel in surprise. She nodded, "Yes. There is this app I have access to. It was bought by my company and can trace anyone as long as you have their number. No matter what the person does, once you put their number in the app, their name will pop up."

Nate’s phone beeped, someone had sent a message. He checked the message. “It belongs to a private number.” “Not helpful.” “No, but there is something else,” Nate said and opened another file on his laptop. “The number has been connected to a phone registered under a different name for the last six months.” “Whose phone?” Serena asked. “That’s the thing,” he replied, looking at her. “It is a prepaid business account.” I frowned. “Someone does not want the number traced.” Serena crossed her arms. “Or, someone does not want Callie’s calls traced to them.”

Bruce I watched Natasha leave, not taking my eyes off her body. I found myself smiling and then my phone began to ring again. This time, it was from a contact I haven’t saved. I refused to pick the call, it was my principle to never accept calls from unknown numbers. But then the same number called me twice and then thrice. I decided to pick it up. “Who is this?” I asked carefully. “Jeff Lincoln, sir,” the caller replied. “Do you remember me?”

My phone screen lit up again, it was an unsaved number but I answered it regardless. “Nathaniel Blackwood on the line.” “f*uck!” I cursed.

I said. Peter replied in a nod. She couldn’t have gone far. Could she? My phone vibrated. I glanced at the screen and the caller ID. Unknown number. I hesitated for a while. It’s probably Alex calling. He really knows to how to be a pain in the a*se. I slid answer. “Hello!” I said reluctantly. “Hello! Rex Northman?” A stern voice said from the other end. Sounds nothing like Alex. I flashed a glance at Peter.

The caller ID showed an unknown number and out of curiosity , she quickly answered the call. “Hello?” Natasha said. There was no reply. “Hello? Who is this?” she repeated. Still, there was only silence. Natasha felt nervous. “Is someone there? What do you want?” No answer came. “This isn’t funny. If you have something to say, say it!” Two minutes passed in silence, then the call ended. Natasha stared at the phone, confused and uneasy. She tried calling back, but the line didn’t connect. A message said, “The number you have dialed is not in service.”