When The Phone Rings Book Novels & Stories

It was a burner phone. Chris was minding his business after he came back from his birthday Party when a little kid shoved it into his hands during a meet and greet he held. At first he thought it was a kid's toy cell phone but mins after he got it, the phone rang in his hand. He looked around for the boy but could not find him. He turned the phone over only to see a paper tag behind it with the inscriptions, 'Answer Me.' When he was about to, the ringing stopped. He was about to put it down together with the other gifts he has received when the phone rang again.

Letting out a soft groan, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying my best to shake the feeling off, but all that did was trap me deeper inside it. I was lying on my side, staring blankly at the pillowcase, when a sudden, sharp sound sliced through the silence. A ring. Slowly, I rolled over and looked. It was from Noah’s phone. For a moment all I did was stare at it. The screen lit up, vibrating gently on the wooden surface. On the fourth ring, I reached out and picked it up. “...Hello?” My voice came out small. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Hello?”

Nothing fancy, but very neat. Maybe I had judged this particular book by its cover a bit too soon. After a quick shower, I picked up the telephone and rang the receptionist desk to order dinner; my stomach was rumbling like an earthquake, but after a while I noticed that the line was disconnected. I grumbled in frustration and slipped on a pair of trousers and a shirt.

Ring!! Ring !! Ring!! The phone wouldn’t stop ringing… Kai picked it up, eyes scanning the screen, jaw locked so tight a muscle jumped in his cheek. The assistant swallowed hard and tried to lean back, but there was nowhere to go. “Who sent this?” Kai asked. “I—I don’t know.” “Try again.” “I swear, I just forward things sometimes. I don’t ask questions.” Zara’s stomach turned. “Forward things from who?” Before the assistant could answer, footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. Kai’s head snapped toward the door. In one smooth movement, he slipped the phone into his pocket, grabbed Zara’s wrist, and pulled her back just as the door handle turned.

Chapter 16: OLIVE’s POV My eyes had been glued to my phone for what felt like hours, checking every few minutes, even though only seconds had passed, waiting for some kind of message, call, or sign that this was really happening and I hadn't just imagined the whole conversation. It was 6:30 when my phone finally rang, an unknown number flashing across the screen, and I answered so fast I didn't even think about who it might be or what they might want.

SSHS 135 The phone rang for a long time before stopping at the third call. Although the sound was muffled, the students on the other side of the door could still clearly hear it, and the ringtone was very familiar to Hestia and Albert. The pounding at the door continued once the ringing of the phone stopped. “Open up! Open this door!” one of the men on the other side of the door demanded. They pounded at the door again and again but thanks to the desks and bookshelves, the door won’t move for the benefit of the bad guys.

“Please, can I borrow your phone? It’s urgent.” He hesitated at first, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. I knew I must have looked desperate, all pale, sweaty, and shaking. After a moment, he sighed and handed me his phone. “Make it quick,” he said. My fingers shook so badly that I almost dropped the phone. I unfolded the paper and dialed the number carefully, checking each digit twice. The phone rang once, then twice as my heart pounded harder with each ring. Then it stopped. No one answered. All I got was silence. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and tried again. This time, the line didn’t even connect. It went straight to a dead signal.

Everything was suddenly interrupted by a loud ringing of a phone. Ring! Ring! Ring! The sound was unexpected and wasn't very loud in the quiet room. They all looked around with confused faces as they couldn't find the phone at first because the sound was slightly muffled. Then Vennis’s ears perked up and she looked at Naelis with a surprised look. "Mummy is calling!" Vennis said. "I know that sound…It is my mom's special ringing tone."

My god-sent chance to escape while no one was watching. When I finished, I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers. My thumb is hovering over a contact. My heart thudded as I dialed a number. The phone rang once. Twice. Before a voice answered. "Are you home? Like right now?" I held my breath, gripping the handle of my box. A pause. "Okay," I whispered. "I'm coming." * * *

Because I spent my entire life planning everything only for fate, destiny, and the universe to mess it up somehow, so this time, I refused to plan anymore. Picking up a pregnancy book, I opened it to where my bookmark was and made myself comfortable to start reading. Just one paragraph in, my phone rang loudly through my room. I looked around for my phone frantically but when I finally found it under the bear, my breath hitched when I saw the name that was flashing on the screen—Luke Jamerson. Oh no!