Mr Wrong Number の小説・ストーリー

Wright shouted. Fier stopped kissing and looked at Wright. His eyes were wide open. "I just came home. You're a nuisance. And this shit door, I can't open!" "Stupid! This condo is not yours, fucking idiot. I'm 5100, you're 5001." Wright pointed to the door just in front of Wright's condo door. Fier looked at the number above Wright's door and then he smiled. "Oh. My bad. Let's go, Clariz."

Fuming, May couldn't get through to Richard, so she had no choice but to contact Jasmine. "Ms. Wilson, your mother is at the Westwood Street Precinct. Could you..." "I don't have a mother," Jasmine cut the officer off mid-sentence. "Sorry, wrong number." The officer was taken aback and turned to May. "The caller said it was the wrong number." May was shocked. "Impossible! That is the number. Is this little wretch saying it's wrong?"

“Oh, it’s an international number.” Mable scowled. She saved Rory’s and Rahman’s contact numbers, so their names should show. Who could the international number belong to?

'You missed a call from Bun❤ (80)' 'You missed a call from Brother (53)' 'You missed a call from Mom (72)' 'You missed a call from Ryan (22)' 'You missed a call from Uncle Vincent (18)' 'You missed a call from Uncle James (12)' 'You missed a call from Madison (18)' 'You missed a call from Marcus (25)' My brows automatically furrowed. My head is still in a mess and now looking at my phone with so many missed calls added up. This is new, I got confused and worried at the same time. Something must've happened for them to call me like this.

00 has been successfully credited to your account. If you have any questions or require further assistance, please do not hesitate to contact our customer service at 1-800-123-4567 or email us at support@bankoftheworld.com. “What the f*ck!” I cursed, staring in disbelief at the message. Was this a scam? But the message was from my bank. “What?! What happened?” Shena asked, panicking. I looked at her, my eyes wide, still speechless. She grabbed my phone and checked it herself. Her eyes widened in shock. “Is this a mistake?!”

But… We didn’t have sex, and he didn’t pay me yet. Caroline gave me a number I could call if Troy didn’t pay me within twenty-four hours after we had sex. The scrap of paper with the number was in my pack, but we haven't done the deed yet, and until that happened, the phone number was useless. I had no idea what time it was or even what day. I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep. My head was pounding and my throat was dryer than the Sahara in summer.

She sat with it for a long time. *He reads the same paragraph four times and thinks nobody notices.* She looked at Riyana’s sleeping face. She did not know what to do with that information except carry it. So she did. ———— In Mansoor Corporation, Michael flagged the number at eleven forty-three. Unknown. Monaco area code. Raiyan looked at it for three seconds. He picked up. “Raiyan, how are y—” “What do you need this time?” A beat. “Or how much?”

"And your emotional state is important. Try not to be too stressed or upset." I nodded and saw him out. I had just returned to the living room when my phone rang. An unknown number. "Hello, is this Mrs. Arabella Marino?" a bright, clean male voice asked. He sounded young. "Yes, who is this?" "Oh my god, I am so, so sorry! I was donating to the Chicago Children's Charity Foundation and my finger must have slipped. The money went to your personal account by mistake!" He sounded completely innocent, almost pitiful.

After that, I told the driver to head in the opposite direction from the estate. … Inside the hospital room, after Damien had settled Violetta down, he finally found time to call me. He thought that as long as he lowered himself enough and apologized, I would soften like I always had in the past. However, call after call went unanswered. In five years of marriage, I had never ignored him like this before. The hidden unease in his heart finally began to spread until at last, the phone played a cold automated message. “The number you dialed is currently powered off.”