Mr Wrong Number Novels & Stories

I can't believe how bored today is, I didn't speak to Mysterio I have been trying his number it hasn't been reachable making me think if he took it like I instructed him to. I did all he asked me, luckily I was able to occupy my day with interracting with the customers. "What's wrong with you today?" Emeka our company driver asked me, I guess even him noticed my sad mood

Before I can respond, one of the men suddenly calls out. “Mr. Wood…” Both of us turn immediately. One of them is staring at the screen in front of him with visible frustration. “Did you find something?” Noah asks sharply. The guy runs a hand over his face before looking back at him. “That’s the problem,” he mutters. “I can’t find a damn thing on the number.” Noah frowns deeply. “What do you mean?” “The number isn’t registered to anyone,” he replies. “No name, no. ID and no linked accounts… There is absolutely nothing.”

Before I can respond, one of the men suddenly calls out. “Mr. Wood…” Both of us turn immediately. One of them is staring at the screen in front of him with visible frustration. “Did you find something?” Noah asks sharply. The guy runs a hand over his face before looking back at him. “That’s the problem,” he mutters. “I can’t find a damn thing on the number.” Noah frowns deeply. “What do you mean?” “The number isn’t registered to anyone,” he replies. “No name, no. ID and no linked accounts… There is absolutely nothing.”

I picked up the device, half expecting it to be dead, but to my surprise it was still working and was full charged. The message icon was blinking, so I opened it and found a thread of unread text messages from Mr Wrong. Mr Wrong: I owe you an apology. Mr Wrong: I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I frowned as I read all the texts, it seemed like he had drunk texted or like they were the last messages he just wanted to get off his chest.

Picking up the call, “Hello! This is Mason Brown, may I know who I'm speaking to?” “It's Mr Walker, didn't you save my number? That hurts.” The man said over the phone. Taking the phone away from my ear, I heaved a tired sigh. 'What’s he calling for this time?’ I said to myself. Putting the phone back to my ear, “Oh dear, I'm sorry sir. I was busy rounding up papers. I didn't forget your number, you're mistaken sir. You called with another number, I did save it.” “You did? Ohk then, sorry for misunderstanding you. How are you doing, how's Elena? Is she out of shock now?”

Meanwhile, the call connected. “Eugene,” Mirena said calmly. On the other end, the assistant sounded genuinely startled. “Ms—Ms. Crowne?!” She could almost hear her straightening up through the phone. “But… this is Mr. Peirce’s number,” Eugene added, confusion clear in her voice. “Yeah,” Mirena replied easily. “My phone’s a bit… messed up right now. Could you pick up a new one for me? Same model.” “Of course, ma’am,” Eugene replied immediately. “Anything else?”

“Boss… we found something. Walter’s private server wasn’t fully wiped. There’s a message draft — not sent. It’s from twenty-two years ago, but it’s encrypted.” “What kind of message?” Bryan asked, his tone dropping. Marcus hesitated. “It’s addressed to someone named Catherine Blackwood.” Bryan froze. His mother. The silence stretched before he finally said, “Send me everything. Now.” He hung up, his jaw tightening. “Bryan, any issue? You look tense,” Luna asked softly. He looked at her — and this time, there was no mask left. Just cold, calculating resolve. “Looks like Walter’s game isn’t over yet,” Bryan said quietly.

I tell Ric and he excuses himself to talk to his secretary. Suspiciously, I slide the answer icon and I bring the phone to my ears. "Joanna Williams speaking, how may I help you?" "Good morning, Miss Williams." A soft female voice speaks from the other end. "I am Mercy the founder of Women's right association. WRA is an organisation that works to help women that are in abusive marriages and I am reaching out because a friend of mine told me that you might need our help." I stay silent for a long second trying to make out what she just told me.

I groaned, pulling away to grab it. "It might be Zazu," I said, glancing at the screen. But it was not. It was a number I did not recognize. "Who is it?" Owen asked, his brows furrowing. He leaned over to look at the caller ID. "I do not know." I swiped to answer, putting the phone to my ear. "Hello?" "Stay away from Owen Brown ," that was the first thing the distorted voice said after I picked up the call, sending a chill down my spine.

I leaned in mischievously to kiss him, then looked at him with unwavering certainty and said, "This time, I won't be mistaken. My mate is Casper Reed!" As soon as I finished speaking, he bent down and marked my neck, completing our fated bond. That seemingly absurd mistake of mistaking my mate had never been meaningless. It had been the Moon Goddess guiding me. Only by finding my true mate, receiving his full love and protection, could my sealed wolf soul awaken and complete the destiny that was always meant to be.