Will You Ring My Bell Novels & Stories

" Who knows, it might be because of you." My phone rang in my bag, I shuffled through it searching for my phone. It was a call from Emily, not long, a message popped up. ' where the hell are you?' Reading her message, I smiled. She must have been waiting for me. " I have to go", I said as I stood up. " Thank you so much for comforting me, I really appreciate it", I sincerely thanked him. He really made me feel better. " No biggie, I am glad to help", he smiled.

And here I am, getting rings for someone I'm trying to convince myself I don't care about. Fate sure has a twisted sense of humor. My phone rings and I pause, staring at the screen. A private number. “Who is–” “Did you miss me, Brother?”

Curtains block the view from inside so I can’t see anything. “Hello, is anyone home?” I call. I’m worried. I sniff the air. I can’t smell smoke or anything alarming. Where are they? I walk to the door again and ring the door bell. If someone is inside and choosing not to come out, then fine, I’ll get the message and leave because there’s no way in hell they can’t hear the bell.

The conversation would be over but she would give me this look that says “like I fucking believe you” And my dumb ass made it worst by having a special ring tone for Diana. So every time she calls and I don’t answer Zaika knows its the same person. I know she’s getting suspicious, I could see it in her eyes. No matter how hard she trys to hide it.

How does a bell help Nova from escaping his family? "What it does is it rings in two ways. It will ring continuously when danger is near, the louder it is the nearer the danger is. And if you hear a ring that resembles a heartbeat. Two beats, a pause, and it repeats, it means that you have met a fated someone." That seemed interesting, but I would really have no use for that. "Anyway, this is the nearest enchanted item that I can retrieve, I promise that I would get all ten and give them to you." He really didn't have to, as long as he fulfills his first promise of money.

I groan as I walk closer to it and hold the knob then opened up with a scream at his stupid face. "How many times do you want to ring the fucking bell?" I shoot! Looking up to the person that has been ringing the bell. I look so embarrassed at him who was holding a little Christian Dior hand pack. I twitch mere looking at him. "Silvio...Silvio, what are you doing here?" I arranged my hair looking embarrassing at him. "Ehm, I'm sorry for yelling, you know, some kids are fun of ringing bells in the neighborhood for fun... So..."

Unknown number. Ring. Ring. Ring. Her finger hovered over the answer button.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

We get no further before the bell rings, and everything becomes a flurry of changing and re-tuning instruments for the performance. It is not until I'm home, ready for bed in a silky camisole-and-lacy-knickers set that nobody else has yet seen me in, that my phone rings. I don't need to check caller ID. I have different ring tones set for most of my family and might-as-well-be-family. “Rupert!” I greet happily as I pick up. “Four-Strings McGraw!” My godfather greets me back. He is terrible at nicknames. “What's up, Tinkerbell?”

I walked toward the front door, but the doorbell didn’t stop ringing. It kept going, sharp and relentless, echoing through the quiet house like a warning I couldn’t ignore. My pulse quickened. That had to be Red. It was her old habit she refused to let go. She once told me she loved the tone of the bell and how the button buzzed like a vibrator whenever she pressed it. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the doorknob. “Old freaking habit, Red. Oh, you’re so dead.”

Pushing the door open, the bell rang above our heads, and Bella gasped. I didn’t bother hiding the smug smile across my face. It looks like you might get mugged outside, okay, not might. You’ll definitely get mugged outside if you hang around too long, but the inside?