When The Phone Rings Webtoon Full Novels & Stories

The guard gave a short nod and left, the click of the door echoing through the silence. I sat down on the velvet sofa, staring at the phone as if it were a live wire. My fingers hovered, afraid to touch it, but the screen lit up on its own. Incoming call. Don Mario. My breath caught. The ringtone echoed through the empty apartment, each note sinking deeper into me, until it felt like the sound itself was inside my bones. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. The phone kept ringing.

All that was left of the wail of the wind in her ears. At that moment, Luna's cell phone rang. It was a call from Anne. Luna frowned and recalled the scene where Anne stood behind Joshua, happily singing the happy birthday song. Her heart squeezed in pain and she ended the call without answering. Immediately, her phone rang again. It was a call from Bonnie. Once again, she ended the call. It rang, and she ended the call once more. Finally, when she was about to switch off her phone in annoyance, it rang again. This time, it was a call from Christian.

Hahh!! Finally you discharged.", Lin Lin jumped on the bed. "Stop jumping! What if it breaks?", Sharlene took out a bottle of water. "How will it break? The bed mattress is so thick how will it break??", Lin Lin looked confused. Ting ting ting turoooooorooooo tututu roooororororo The phone rang. "Hello!" "Hey, meoww its me, Lex." "Why'd you call me at this hour."

Again, a long silence lingered over the room until the ringtone of a phone tore through the silence. John answered the call and put the phone to his ear.

My phone rings again. it's Mum. I let it ring. As soon as it ends a text arrives. [Is what I'm seeing on the news true?] Another. [Answer your phone immediately.] I lock the screen. I can't do this today. Another notification appears. it's from Elena. [Please tell me you're okay.] I type back. [I'm okay.] Three dots appear away. [Liar.] Despite everything…I smile a little. Then I switch off my phone. For the time all morning, I let myself drown in the silence of the room as I cried quietly.

Finite moved close to me to speak, his movements alerted the whole pack present in the sitting room. Ring, ring. That was the sound of a phone ringing. We all looked at each other "Who's phone is that ?" asked Justin. Ring, ring. That was the phone still ringing. I looked everywhere until my eyes landed on the phone by the TV stand. I walked to the phone and was about to pick it up but it stopped. I turned to leave but the phone rang again. I picked it up and placed it on my ear. "Hello?" There was no answer, only the breathing sound of someone could be heard then the phone went dead. Raising my eyebrows in a questioning manner, I turned to face the little crowd that was in my sitting room

he added, his free hand sliding smoothly down the front of my jeans, hooking two fingers into my belt loops, and yanking me backward into his hard chest. Before I could fire off another bitter curse, the harsh, blaring screech of my phone tore through the quiet room. It was sitting on the nightstand five feet away, vibrating so violently against the polished wood that it looked ready to shake itself onto the carpet. The custom, heavy-metal ringtone was unmistakable. Rowan. I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like it was coated in glass as the screen lit up the dark corner of the room with an angry, pulsating red light.

That was when the young man's mobile phone rang—the default ringtone was annoying, vibrating in his shirt pocket. At first, he ignored it, Johnny continued whispering, "Just ignore it, Rina... focus on us," he said, his hand moving up to Rina's thigh, the warm sensation making her sigh softly, but because the phone kept ringing, the young man took his phone out of his shirt pocket—the screen lit up, the name "Boss Gito" displayed. He was startled and said, "Boss Gito is calling me." Rina stepped back slowly, "Answer it quickly, Johnny. Don't make the boss angry," she whispered.

Suddenly a loud ringing sound cut through the air. I jumped in my seat. Rita gasped loudly. Flinched backward. It was her phone. The phone on the table was ringing loudly. We both stared down at it. The screen lit up brightly. The caller ID didn't show a saved name. It didn't show a city or country code. It was a long string of random numbers. Rita stared frozen at the screen. She stopped crying. She stopped breathing. The restaurant, around us seemed to freeze in time. "Who is that?" I asked. My voice was a whisper.

Refusing to cry, I walk to the bedroom and lay down in bed so I can stare at the ceiling until sleep takes me. ……… The loud sound of my phone ringing makes my eyes flutter open. I blink against the dim light, my heart racing from the sudden intrusion. I look around trying to search for the source of the ringtone and find it's the Samsung Ultra 25 stone face gave me yesterday. From how sealed it was and all, I could tell it was brand new, which means I have no contacts and can't call anyone until they call me. I slide right to answer when a very cheerful voice reaches my ear.