When The Phone Rings Last Episode นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Tanner slides his chair forward, while Blane steps around Tanner and leans up against the desk. I give everyone one last look before I pull up Bry’s contact. Ring…ring…ring… I quickly switch it over to speakerphone. The rings spill from the phone and echo around the room, almost taunting us for even trying to contact and get information about this mysterious person. Just when I think it is going to be fruitless, someone answers. “Hello. May I help you with something?”

Ring Ring Mackenzie's awareness was brought back to her phone when she heard that it was ringing and the name flashing on her phone screen was ‘DAD’ Tears went up to Mackenzie's eyes as she watched the phone ring. It had been too long since they last spoke and this was due to cowardice on her own part. Mackenzie answered the call. "Hello?" A few moments passed before she heard a response. "Hello dear, it's been too long! How are you? I called you last night but you didn't pick up the phone. I had a scary dream about you and when I woke up your message was the first I saw. Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

After the final amen, someone's soft ringtone permeated the air, breaking the unspoken rule of the Friday night tradition —no phones allowed. It wasn't until all eyes settled on me before I realised that I was the one who had broken the unsaid rule. My phone was ringing. I declined the call out of embarrassment. "As we all know, this diary night is a special edition. I will be–" my phone rang out once again and I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. "What's this one like this, shey you can't off your chinko iPhone eh?" Cordelia snapped with obvious resentment, I ignored her and declined the call once again. The phone rang out almost immediately again and I felt like vanishing.

The silence on his end is long and complicated. "I just do not want you to get hurt," he says finally. "I know," I say. "Goodnight." "It is ten in the morning." "I know," I say again, and hang up. Rhys exhales. Joel makes a sound of quiet appreciation. Nora looks at me from the kitchen with an expression that has moved well past assessment into something that looks a lot like respect. And then my phone rings again and it is not Derek and it is not my mother and it is not any number I recognize.

He'd probably changed numbers, changed countries, disappeared into whatever hole men like him crawled into when they wanted to vanish. But I had to try. For Silas, who'd die the moment he left Norway. For Noir, who'd finally started to heal. For Lorenzo, who'd taken on the weight of protecting all of us and was slowly crumbling under it. I had to try. The phone rang once. The sound sharp and clear, making my stomach drop. It rang twice. My hand tightened on the phone, knuckles going white. Then—click. The sound of the connection being made. Someone picking up.

“We should tidy up this place and clean her. Papa and our brothers should be back home any moment now.” The other two nodded quickly in agreement. Ina was already reaching down to pull me from the floor when a sudden ringing cut through the room. All three of them stiffened. Uri turned slowly, tracing the sound with her eyes. She began to move, tiptoeing toward the dining table. The ringing continued, muffled but insistent. She knelt, peered under the table, and reached out her hand. Her fingers closed around her phone. She pulled it out and stared at the screen in disbelief. Then she looked up sharply at Iris and Ina, who were already staring back at her, their faces going pale.

Ring after ring, no one picked up. Her fingers tightened around the phone. Could something really have happened? Just when she was about to give up hope, the call finally connected. Carter's voice came through the line.

Azalea said, swallowing everything. “Yes,” I replied, still catching my breath. I grabbed her legs and positioned myself at her entrance. I was about to thrust inside when my phone rang again—this time, it was my mother. She was the only person I used a special ringtone for. “I think you need to answer your phone,” Azalea muttered softly. “We still have all night, honey.” “Okay.” I smiled, getting off the bed and walking to the table where I had left my phone.

Maybe Luca was also part of this sacrifice ? The last out-sitting had not told us anything. I hadn’t dared open my mind to reach for Luca, so we had given up and gone our separate ways. It was time to return to my so-called normal life and there were some loose ends that just wouldn’t let me ignore them. I find my phone, hesitating and breathing in deeply before pushing the green phone handle on the screen. It rings for a long time and I am just about to hang up when there is an answer. A weak voice answering. “Hello ?”

A phone rings in the background… Ring, Ring. Sauntering over to her desk Serena answers her phone. “Yes?” Trying to figure out what is going on Josh and I walk closer to her. Serena has had a lifetime of learning to not give anything away. You can tell she’s disturbed by the time the call ends.