When The Phone Rings Ending Novels & Stories

Okay, maybe I might not actually hyperventilate anymore, but my brain is running in circles and spinning endlessly about the super-fast miraculous turnaround. My phone rings on my table, and I glance at it to behold the caller ID of a familiar person. I smile to myself and chuckle before picking up the call and placing the phone against my ear. "All right, I am listening," I say instantly as the person at the other end begins to chuckle endlessly. "Okay, so I know I said that this wasn't going to happen, but I was hoping you would—"

I ended the call and placed the phone in my laps. "It will all be fine. All be fine."

- If you want to leave like that, I will keep you even more until you are obedient. At this moment, the phone rang. Doris seemed to grasp her last string, she quickly wanted to answer the phone but couldn't, because her hands were locked, the pain was also starting to spread to her brain. Riffen looked in the direction of the sound, calmly searching with his other hand, still gripping her wrists with the other hand. It wasn't until the phone rang that Riffen didn't notice anymore, he continued to say cryptic words. - Is that your phone? But unfortunately, it turned off by itself. No one can help you. Don’t dream.

she asked, kneeling beside him. “I think it’s… here!” Alex squealed, holding up the missing puzzle piece triumphantly. Claire smiled, ruffling his hair. For a fleeting second, it felt like the old, peaceful mornings before Grace’s interference. But peace was fragile, and Claire knew it wouldn’t last. The phone rang—three sharp, deliberate rings. Claire froze, her stomach twisting. She didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was, but her fingers betrayed her, trembling as they hovered above the phone. Finally, she answered, her voice steady but firm.

Not a slut or anyone else. "The number you dialed, is unreachable at the moment. You can leave a voice message at the end of this ring. It comes with charges. If you wish to stop, end the call now, but if you wish to proceed, please leave a message after this beep." I sigh as the automatic response played, waiting for the beep. I finally heard it and groaned.

A chill ran down my spine. Maya immediately slid her chair backward. “Nope.” I blinked. “What?” “I’ve seen enough movies.” She pointed toward the phone. “That’s how people die.” James looked exhausted. “That’s not how phones work.” “You don’t know that.” Nobody had the energy to argue. The phone kept ringing. Eventually James reached forward. “Put it on speaker.” My stomach dropped. “Are you serious?” “Very.” The ringing continued. The room waited. Then slowly, carefully, I answered.

I pause when the shrill sound of my phone ringing reaches my ear. Huffing, I turn and walk over to where I had discarded the device and pick it up. A strange number that I don't recognise flashes on the screen, and I debate whether or not to answer but do so anyway. "Hello," I mutter into the phone, but I am met with silence on the other end. "Hello?" I try again, but more silence follows, causing me to frown in confusion. With an annoyed sigh I go to end the call when the person on the other end finally speaks.

~ Kring kring kring ~ Nica's phone rings in her pocket. She wiped her hands before shoving her hand, pulling it. I watched her as she knitted her brows, reading the caller. She swipes the screen, putting the phone in her ears. She yes me and I nod at her, telling that she can answer it for a while. Furthermore, she stands up in her seat, walking a few steps away from me, but I can still hear her.

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.

I dug my hand into it. Immediately my hand reached my cellphone, I pulled it out. I opened my dial app. I heaved out a deep sigh. My most recent dial was her. Judy. Named as Ms Kingpin. I tapped my hand gently on it. TRING TRING I heard suddenly. A phone ringing on the pavement where the room telephone was placed. That was strange. Very strange. I immediately pressed my hand on the end call. I furrowed my brow. If my phone was in my hand and the room telephone was on the pavement, and if Judy already left, then whose phone was ringing right beside the telephone?