Unscramble Dialing Novels & Stories

Her grip on the phone tightened slightly… because somehow…In the middle of everything…She had almost forgotten her uncle. Her breath came out quietly. She swallowed slowly then moved.Her fingers scrolled through her contacts with purpose this time. She dialed Drew

My eyes shot open and I looked at the screen: Dialing, it read. “Oh, no.” I murmured, realizing my mistake. I just called Alaric.

Swiftly, I approached the nightstand, my heart pounding. Thankfully, the phone was unlocked. With trembling hands, I dialed my mother's number and pressed the phone to my ear, silently praying that she would pick up. "Please, Mum, answer the phone...please, please," I muttered under my breath. After several agonizing rings, her voice finally came through on the other end. "Hello, Mrs. Hutton speaking. Who is calling?" Her voice was a mixture of curiosity and caution.

Didn't he have my number saved in his phone or something? When I dialed him again, the number rang out. He was ignoring the call. Rang again, straight to voicemail. He rejected the call. Determined, I rang again and he answered with palpable irritation on the third ring. "Listen up, whoever you are, I have no time fo—" "Josh, it’s me. Dalia." My voice sounded way too weak, so I cleared my throat. A brief silence on the other end. "Dalia?"

I bypassed the primary contacts without hesitation, navigating through the secured interface until I reached the place where I needed to enter the number. Then I began typing… one digit, and then another— a secure, unlisted number. A sequence of digits I had memorized months ago, repeating it so many times in my head that I could recall it without even thinking. Yet, despite memorizing it all those months ago, I had never dared to dial it. Until now. My thumb hovered over the final digit for half a second, and then I pressed it. The call connected. I immediately pressed the phone to my ear, holding it firmly against the side of my face. A low, rhythmic hum filled my ear as the secure satelli

There was a crease between my brows when he returned my phone and I glanced at the words again like that might clear things up. “I don't know, but…” He got to his feet, causing me to do the same as I watched him bring out his phone from his pant's pocket and dial a number. The person answered immediately, so he placed the phone close to his ears. “Hello,” Dale began, his jaw tight as he spoke to whoever was on the other line, “I'm going to send you a number and you'll let me know who owns it. I'll need you to find that person,” a pause, “No. But it has to do with a threatening message.” Another pause.

He connected it to his phone with a thin cable. “What’s that?” I asked. “Signal scrambler and rerouter. Makes the phone untraceable. Even if Alexei’s people are sweeping our numbers, they’ll hit a dead end.” I gave a small, tight nod. “Nice.” We waited. The phone rang again less than thirty seconds later. Liam answered instantly, thumbing the speaker. Silence first, just faint breathing on the other end. Then a voice I knew too well, smooth, mocking, laced with venom.

I needed something else. Someone else. I took a slow breath, then unlocked my phone again, my fingers gliding with muscle memory. I dialed a number I hadn’t used in years. A number I’d saved under a name that would send most people running in the other direction. “Calling… Black Mamba.”

over and over. My phone rings again, and then I get up and walk towards the room where I left my bag. I get my cell phone still ringing and on the display an unknown number: — Hello?- I answer as I rub my face. — Good night... Doce. - says X on the other side of the line. — Sorry, Good night, Dalia. The force of habit. — What was it, X? - I ask angrily. — Are you all right? — Great. What about you?

I tried to call Davian multiple times after I got the text message but he didn't pick up the call. I sent a text to the number "I'll be leaving tomorrow by 8 am"