Webtoon When The Phone Rings Novels & Stories

Finite moved close to me to speak, his movements alerted the whole pack present in the sitting room. Ring, ring. That was the sound of a phone ringing. We all looked at each other "Who's phone is that ?" asked Justin. Ring, ring. That was the phone still ringing. I looked everywhere until my eyes landed on the phone by the TV stand. I walked to the phone and was about to pick it up but it stopped. I turned to leave but the phone rang again. I picked it up and placed it on my ear. "Hello?" There was no answer, only the breathing sound of someone could be heard then the phone went dead. Raising my eyebrows in a questioning manner, I turned to face the little crowd that was in my sitting room

The woman's soft voice whispers seductively in his ear. Frank loosens his grip on his collar. Seeing this, a triumphant gleam flashes in Winry's eyes. She quickly unbuttons Frank's shirt. Just then, a sudden, jarring ringtone breaks the silence. Startled by the ringtone, Frank abruptly opens his eyes. His consciousness snaps back in an instant. "Get away!" He musters all his strength to push Winry's hand away. He hastily grabs the phone lying on the bedside table. Seeing the name "Jenny" displayed on the screen, a glimmer of joy flickers in his eyes.

The picture was immediately shattered by the sound of my phone ringing. Gosh! But I was stupid, and was stupidly engaging in silly fantasies. I dug the phone quickly out of my purse, feeling indescribably sad that I couldn't indulge in my fantasy for a few more seconds. "Where are you, girl?" It wasn't until Queenie spoke that I realized I had the phone pressed against my ear. "Hi Queenie," I said. There was a long silence from her end. I was about to rouse myself long enough to ask her how her day had gone when she asked if I was okay.

Alpha Lorenzo The sound of my phone ringing pulled me away from the clutches of sleep. I groggily reached for my phone and looked at the time—4:30 a.m. I groaned as I sat up in bed, exhausted from only an hour's sleep. My phone rang again, and I answered on the second ring. “What do you want?” I growled into the phone, "Good morning to you too, sunshine," Conan's chirping voice rang out on the other end.

I laughed. ‎"Very good." I nodded approvingly. My phone rang again and I looked at the screen. Darren, a customer. "Got to take this," I told Zach, shifting to the edge of the bed before standing up. I gave him a wave before I answered the phone. "Hey there."

The trilling of the phone grated against the silence. Yet the woman holding it refused to answer. Her expression suggested the call came from a ghost—no audition or make-up needed for the next *Ring* remake. “Who is it?” Charlie’s voice cracked like a whip. He was two strides away; the screen lay bare before him. The number belonged to the steward—missing since yesterday. “I’ll take it.” He reached for the phone. “No—!” Phoebe hugged it to her chest, then, realizing how frantic she looked, forced her breathing to slow. “I’ll answer. I will.”

(POV - JAXON) I was sitting at my kitchen table. The pieces of my gun were laid out on a clean cloth in front of me. I was cleaning each part slowly, carefully. It was a calm job. A quiet job. It helped me think. Then my phone rang. The special ringtone. Only one person had that ringtone. Victor. I wiped my hands on a rag and picked up the phone. “Yeah?”

**ring ring ring** My eyes widened at the sound of his ringtone ringing. Someone is calling him. Casually, Brandon removed his hand from my breast and answered his phone with one hand. I glanced up to see him press his phone against his ear casually as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Multi-tasking was something very easy and basic for Brandon. --To be continued…

as he opened his car window. I did not say anything. After a few minutes of silence, Robbie looked back at Twen and asked him politely, "Twen, are you done with the game? Can I have my cell phone?" "Just one minute, I have almost killed the last boss," Twen said, furiously pressing on the phone, but the very next moment, he loudly screamed, "NOOOO...I lost!" Robbie and I both quickly hid our laughter. Twen sullenly handed the phone to Robbie, who quickly searched through his contacts and pressed on one. I heard the ring on his cell phone followed by a female voice answering.

Sarah half turned her head to ask him. The phone kept on with annoying persistence: BRNNNIIIINNGGG . . . BRRRRNNNIIIIGGGG! “Nah,” he grunted, taking a moment to pinch her soft round buttock. “Let the motherfucker ring till it quits.” The phone did eventually quit ringing and Thaddeus was grateful for it.