Unscramble Dialing Novels & Stories

Then, Helen left Daisy's bedroom, wishing her goodbye. Daisy laid down on the bed lazily while holding her phone in one hand. She unlocked the phone and immediately appeared Nicolas's phone number on the bright screen of her phone. Instantly her heart started pounding wildly and she started feeling a sudden excitement inside her. Staring at the number on the screen for a few minutes, she hesitantly touched the call button and instantly the phone connected. The phone started ringing but nobody picked it up. When it was about to disconnect, the familiar croaked voice asked from the other side, " Hello. Who is this?" Daisy mumbled slyly, "Umm, it's me, Nick."

The sound of a phone vibrating woke Dahlia up, and she slowly rubbed her eyes as she stretched on the left side and reached for the phone on the side table. She groaned as she struggled to read the name flashing on the ID. Her younger sister’s name flashed on the screen as she swiped right to answer, “Lena… do you know what time it is?” “I don’t care if it’s midnight or the end of the world,” Lena said breathlessly. “Get up. I need you awake for this.”

He looked like those bad boys from soap opera movies. Dylan suddenly felt his pocket vibrating.It was an incoming call.He picked it up,and looked at the caller's ID .It was displayed "P " on the screen. He put out his cigarette ,and threw the stub away.Then he picked up the call,put the phone on the car's hood ,and turned loudspeaker on. "Pedro.Tell me!" He cracked his hands.

Alicia quickly snatched up the phone and hesitated, her thumb hovering over the green button. “Are you not going to answer?” Dylan asked, his voice low, almost strained.

~Tia~ *Phone Dings* N: Hey T: Who’s this? N: lol…..guess T: Or you could just tell me…. N: I could, but that wouldn’t be as much fun…. T: This may be fun to you, but not to me….. T: Who is this? N: Ok….ok….you twisted my arm……it’s Neal T: How did you get my number? N: I have my ways

I couldn't help but take out my phone and call Patrick. The system voice quickly came from the other side of the phone, "The number you have dialed is not in the service area or it has been turned off..."

I shoved them aside, dialling his number hurriedly. It rang “Come on! Come on! Please, pick up!” The line cleared. “Hello.”

I pick my phone back up and type in the digits. I hesitate, my fingers hovering over the screen. Then I dial. I take a deep breath as I listen to the waiting tone. No response. I dial again. It rings. And that's when she picks. “Hi.” That voice. I swallow. “Hi, De— Dahlia. It's Soren,” “Oh, Mr Lancaster. How may I help you?” She says, tone clipped and professional. It stings me. I push it down and steady my voice as I reply.

I clicked the dial button when I was done typing. 'Calling Dougal Wilde' flashed across my phone's screen. "Hello." His gruff voice greeted me from the other end.