When The Phone Rings Book Novels & Stories

"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."

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

Even a president doesn't take that many guards. I flipped the next page of the book casually when my phone rang. I turned to see It was Hayden calling, I wanted to ignore it at first. He probably was just calling to see if his leach on my neck is tight enough or if it needs tightening. The phone rang again, and I slammed the book shut on the bed and picked it up. "Yeah, I'm still in the house rotting away" I spoke to the receiver the minute I accepted the call. "Drama much, that is not why am calling you"

I said them. Khushi P.O.V. *Ring* *Ring * *Ring* * Ring* Hearing my phone ringing, I woke up from sleep. But before I take my phone, the call cut off.... When I checked my phone, there was 15th missed calls from him. 15th missed calls. May be it was important, so I decided to call him back... When I was about to call him back, I felt someone was standing behind my back. As soon as I turned around, a man covered my mouth by a clothط...

What else was he capable of? *RING* The phone in the kitchen rang so loudly and echoing upstairs that I almost fell off my chair. I can't hold it against my body because it's nearly 3 p.m., and I haven't gotten any sleep this week. I've been sitting in my office room since the early hours of the morning, barely moving. That phone only rings when important people contact me, such as for work, bandmates, parents, and some business connections. As I stepped out of my office and down to the kitchen, I pushed down the lump in my throat as sweat flowed down my brow.

I paused as my phone started ringing loudly on the table. The sound made Chloe flinch. “Mommy, your phone,” she said, pointing at it sleepily. I sighed. “Ignore it, sweetheart. Probably no one important.” Why do I have this feeling that I don’t even need to check the caller ID to know? Who else would call me at this hour? I took a deep breath and tried to focus back on the story. “Okay, where were we? Oh right—the bunny!” But the phone rang again. And again. And again.

Ring* Ring* Ring* The sound of a phone ringing made me snap my eyes open. His hands slowly retreated from me as he showed me a mocking, regretful face. I quickly pulled my skirt down to cover my legs as I watched Rowan press his phone to the side of his face. "Yes, we’re just about done now. Sure, we can meet you two in the living room. Okay, see you soon," Rowan spoke into the phone as he kept his eyes on me.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> In fact, he didn't remember eating it, but he seemed to have a cold lump of clay sitting in the bottom of his stomach as he waited with the phone against his ear. It was bound there by the knowledge that the person he was calling wouldn't be happy to hear from him. It would be so nice to hear a pleasant tone instead of that ever-present threatening rumble. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> After five long rings, the owner of the cursed phone number finally picked up, and Khyle waited for the inevitable hello that wouldn't be.

About what it means to be handed exactly what you worked for at exactly the moment you have also found exactly what you did not know you needed. Life does that. It does not space things out conveniently. It hands you everything at once and watches what you do. My phone rings on the counter. Unknown number but a London area code. I look at Rhys. He looks at me. "Answer it," he says quietly. I answer it.

He went up to his room, appreciating the comfort of silence as he curled up by the window with a book in hand. He was about a hundred pages in when his phone suddenly rang. A bit hesitantly, he picked it up to notice that it was none other than Earth. He carefully set the book face-down to mark the page he was in, before picking up his phone and laying on the bed. “Earth?”