When The Phone Rings Book Novels & Stories

The light immediately flickered. The kitchen was praying. Noah shoved up and grabbed his head. He also remembered. And right now, the phone rings. Old. Dumpf. Not from the kitchen. From above. From our bedroom. The same ringing as ever. The same from the first chapter. Nobody moved. Then Elio said. Quiet. Almost sad. “It checks whether we choose it again.” The phone rings again. Longer this time. Noah looked at the ceiling. His face was full of fear.

Call the phone number. If they were the ones who sent the messages, their phone would ring when I dialed.

Before I could answer myself, a sharp sound jolted through the silence. The phone. It rang from the corner table, sleek and modern, its screen glowing. I froze. Every instinct screamed to leave it—ignore it, smash it, run. But there was nowhere to run, no one here but me and the walls. The ringing persisted, steady, patient, waiting. With trembling fingers, I stepped forward and reached for the receiver. “H-hello?” I whispered. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, a voice answered. Calm. Smooth. Almost… welcoming.

*phone ringing* The unexpected ringing of Ciel's phone on the bedside table was loud enough for everyone in the living room to hear, leading Maverick to pause his speech and swiftly turn to look where the ringing was coming from: the guest room. And Ciel, who was still peering and eavesdropping, was too stunned and slow to flee, so instead of hiding, he met Maverick's gaze, surprising the both of them.

Ring Ring Ring My phone kept ringing furiously that I had no choice but to answer it. Maybe it is an emergency. I checked it and saw it was the security at the estate gate. I am surprised because he hardly calls me unless someone is coming to see me and I did not tell him about anyone. But there is no one coming to see me today, I have no appointments like that and I know for sure that it cannot be Theo because he knows Theo. So I wonder what the problem is. Especially with the way he has been ringing my phone. Something is going on. I instantly picked.

I want to read! I stood up the sofa and half run to the books. Damn all my fav’s are here! This is heaven! I got a book entitled ‘The stars of us’. Just as I was about to read the first page of the book, my phone vibrated from my pocket. Ohhh, it’s Elocin. I know what she wants, probably can wait to hear what I was gonna say so she would like to talk about it on the phone. Gosh! “Hello” I answered.

Because no matter how many outcomes I decide, this one depends on her. The first ring starts. A sharp inhale escapes me. The walls of my room feel too close, the silence too thick. The sound of the ring cuts through it, relentless, each chime hitting something raw and alive inside me. Come on. Second ring. I drag a hand through my hair, my grip tightening around the phone. Every muscle is tense, alert, strung tight like a bow ready to snap. I’m listening for something that isn’t even there yet... her voice.

**Ring Ring Ring** The sound of my mobile phone ringing sounded too loud in the almost silent office. I quickly grabbed it only to find out that it was an international call from a number that I did not recognize at all. My first reaction was to ignore it but when I thought that it could be my sister calling me from an unknown destination, I hesitated a little before moving my finger to answer the call. Little did I know at the time that this phone call would be one that would change my life forever. “Hello?”

**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…

"Claire! Where are you? You can't just vanish on our wedding day. If you miss today, there's no do-over!" "Who says I'm missing anything?" My voice was a whisper, a phone in my hand. The grand church music played through the call, freezing Samuel in place. "Where are you? What are you doing?!" A faint smile crossed my lips. "I'm getting married."