Unscramble Dialing Novels & Stories

They reached the vehicles where the phones finally caught signal. Dante dialed instantly. Sienna. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Voicemail. His stomach dropped. He called again. Same result. Leo’s phone. Ringing. Voicemail. The farmhouse landline. Still ringing. No answer. Dante’s hands started shaking. “No… no… why aren’t they answering?” Catarina touched his arm. “Maybe they’re outside.” “Or the phones are off,” Franz said. “Or batteries died.” Dante stared at the phone like it might explode.

Lara shook her head in mockery “None of this is going to happen. Let’s make a back- up plan” “Back-up’s good!” Dana laughed and said “just say you’re being called for a shot and will talk when you get back a week later. That will still give us a week” They finished their coffee in leisure and walked to Dana’s car. Lara had left her car at her car apartment while she hurriedly hailed a cab yesterday. Once inside, Dana urged- “Okay, call now and put on speaker.” Lara dialed the number that read ‘SCUM’ “Hello, Lara”

I requested, extending my hand. Dahlia hesitated for a moment, her expression betraying a flicker of uncertainty before finally surrendering her phone. "Don't worry," I reassured her, sensing her apprehension. "It has nothing to do with your secret. You have my word. I won't breathe a word of it," I promised, hoping to ease her concerns. With a faint nod, she relented, and I swiftly navigated to her contacts, finding Ralph's name at the top of the list. The call connected, and each ring felt like a drumbeat in my heart until Ralph's voice broke through the static.

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.

I decided to call him back and make sure everything is okay. *Dials Damiens Number* *Phone Rings* Lacey: "Hey babe is everything okay?" Damien: "Where are you? Are you okay?"

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?"

After a moment of hesitation, she pressed the call button. "I'm sorry. The number you have dialed is not in service!" "Not in service? How is that possible?!!!"

I put the phone near to my ear and I hear the dial sound. "The number you have dialed is either unattended or out of coverage area. Please try again later," it said. I try to dial his number again, but just like what happen at first, his number is unattended. I don't know why. It is either his phone is at low battery, or it does not have a signal in his area. But both of those reasons cannot be true.

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.