When The Phone Rings Webtoon Full Novels & Stories

Susan didn't even think of that! “Ring, ring, ring!” Susan was jolted back to reality as her phone's ringtone blared, disrupting the silence in the room. "Hello, who is this?"

The girl nodes with a smile, ready to start punching the sand bag again before she hears a ringtone going off, alerting her. "Wait, that's Lucian's ringtone." Soralina mutters before following the sound towards its location. She reaches the table where it is kept, ready grab it and run outside to give it to Lucian. He might still be near. But just as she is about to, something catches her attention. The wallpaper on his phone. Soralina’s breath hitches as she stares at the phone, her eyes never leaving the screen while the ringtone continues in the background, until the call comes to an end.

It was none of his business. "Yes, we were just--" Minho started to answer, but a sharp ring interrupted his words. It took a minute for Tina to realize that it was her phone. Taking it out from her bedside table, she stared at it for a full minute. Minho and Haneul wore the same expression as hers. "How--I haven't been able to get reception here. Wh--why is it suddenly ringing?" Tina murmured. She raised the phone to her ear. "Don't--" Haneul warned, taking a step towards her.

I texted her but got no reply at all. "Sir, are you still waiting?" The restaurant was nearly closing, and the waiter came over to check on me. I was so hungry I felt faint. I grabbed the menu, ordered, and ate by myself.

Alpha Lorenzo The sound of my phone ringing pulled me away from the clutches of sleep. I groggily reached for my phone and looked at the time—4:30 a.m. I groaned as I sat up in bed, exhausted from only an hour's sleep. My phone rang again, and I answered on the second ring. “What do you want?” I growled into the phone, "Good morning to you too, sunshine," Conan's chirping voice rang out on the other end.

Chapter 14 Julianna's POV I wanted it bad. I was dripping but before I could even choke out a reply, a sharp, piercing sound cut through the tension. Ring. Ring. Ring. Dante paused and we both listened to my phone ring in my purse. My purse was on a chair near the desk, and the screen was glowing bright in the shadows. Alistair.

******* (Aurora's POV continues) My phone is buzzing somewhere, I can feel it but I'm too drowsy, my body feels weak, too weak to grab the phone, so I let the vibrations die out, only for them to start once again. I groan, my hand lazily stretching and brushing the mattress until I feel the phone on it. With my eyes still closed, I swipe answer. “Hello,” I murmur into it, but the caller says nothing, instead the call drops, with a familiar sound in the back.

No teasing. No arrogance. Just honesty. My heart beat painfully against my ribs. Neither of us spoke. We just looked at each other. The room felt smaller somehow. Warmer. Safer. Then, My phone started ringing. The sound shattered the moment instantly. Both of us looked down. The screen lit up. Unknown number. Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Who's that?" I frowned. Slowly reaching for the phone. The number wasn't saved. But for some reason... it felt important. The phone continued ringing. And neither of us looked away from it.

"I don't understand; how would she know what we're doing here? She sounds rather young to be involved in...." Before he could finish yakking, the phone rang again, this time with some classical shit that I'm sure Mengele had programmed into my shit the way she did with all the others. My phone sounds like a damn music library. Every person in there has their own unique ringtone, which I have to admit comes in handy when I want to ignore someone. "Gabe, what did you get?"

Calla Moreno's pov The ringtone jolted me out of the worst nap ever—face stuck to the couch cushion, neck bent at a death angle, my jeans half-unzipped because I'd passed out mid-N*****x binge. I blinked at the cracked phone screen vibrating in my hand. Unknown number. "Ugh." I rolled onto my side, throat dry, heart pounding for no reason. Could be spam. Or worse—him. I hesitated. Then swiped to answer.