Unscramble Dialing Novels & Stories

"Don't say that princess, well you will not be able to reach me tomorrow and maybe next, so I will give you some instructions." "Wait, were are you going?" I asked as I feel two days will now become forever. "I am going to somewhere with no network, I am sorry" I am guessing Village. "Ok, try take your phone maybe this time there would be network" "Ok, here are the instructions, tomorrow where red undies, make sure to eat your breakfast, then at night wear this same jersey. Next tomorrow where black undies and wear your really big singlet to sleep. Never skip any of your meal." the low tune in which h gave the instruction is the most arousing voice I have heard making a moan escape my lips,

Unknown Caller Arielle didn’t remember pressing the call button. She only remembered staring at the empty space where Daniel’s number used to be saved… and then deciding she didn’t need it. She knew it. Her fingers moved on instinct. Nine digits. Her heart thudded violently in her chest as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times— It clicked. Arielle straightened on the bar stool, suddenly breathless. “Hello.” That voice. Deep. Smooth. Controlled.

My fingers flipped through the pages until I found what I was looking for — two names scribbled neatly at the bottom: Jessie Monterra and Dalia Reyes. Each name had a phone number beside it. I didn’t know who I was looking for, so I took both. Once I was in my car, I dialed one of the numbers. A few rings later, a soft, feminine voice answered. “Hello? Good morning. This is Dalia speaking.” My pulse spiked. That voice… I knew it. “Good morning,” I said, keeping my tone professional. “I’m calling from Daniels & Co. Law Firm. May I confirm if this is Ms. Dalia Reyes?”

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.

WHISPERS IN THE DARK. Liam's thumb hovered over the screen for a single second before he pressed the call button. The dial tone rang once, twice, then thrice. Each ring grew longer than the previous, pricking at the calm that Liam was striving to keep. No answer.

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”

He began pacing slowly. “When it started. When it was first heard of. Every contract they’ve taken. Everything.” He strode toward a large table across the room, lined with bottles of whiskey. “Okay, sir,” Andrea responded. “You can leave,” Dante commanded. Andrea stood and turned toward the door. “And also…” Dante added, his back still to them as he picked up a glass.“How do I reach out to the Graveyard?” “It’s a code,” Andrea replied. “All you do is dial it, sir.”

' Vicky exclaimed inwardly as she dialed the unknown number with trembling fingers. Beep! Beep! Beep! The phone was answered right away.

The list was endless. But then one stood out vividly from the rest and for some reason what Jerome said to him earlier rang in his head. In this particular section, there were no pictures only code names and a list of scenarios with the same phone numbers printed in front of it throughout the page with different codes. One was written as, ‘Need backup, or in danger dial number and say this code....otherwise they are watchdogs’. A deep frown creased his forehead as his mind ran through possibilities. “Watchdogs, huh?” he muttered under his breath, and save the number in this phone, using the alphabetical code to store it.

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.