Dumb Phone Finder Novels & Stories

I whispered after gulping down the water in the entire bottle “Maybe we should check your phone because my mother and your manager advised Alpha Aiden to drop you a message or something “ sais Hazel , I glared at her before answering. “I changed numbers but I don’t know where my old phone is , I threw and smashed it the last time “ I said while holding my aching head in my arms. “I know a tech guy that can get us any message you received with your old line even if your phone is down” said Hazel , I don’t care how she knows about such things but I am done god anything that will give me clue on how to act next

I asked by pressing my cell phone hard, my desire was to break Jack with the strength of thought. "It's confidential, Hanson. If you're so interested, ask her. I have a meeting, see you soon." I could soon hear the wheezing coming from the other line, it had turned off in my face. What else was left to end my day? “ Hanson. "I answered Finley's call on the second ringtone. "Sir, I received your request... But it's impossible to locate the cell phone. "Your voice seemed tense. "And...?” "It looks like the cell phone has been damaged. Whoever was the owner didn't really want to be found.”

I look at my phone only to realize that he had disconnected on me. " Son of a bitch!.” I mumbled, sending my phone crashing to the floor. My fingers ran through my hair,my mind racing with a lot of thoughts. How do I go about this?. What do I do? An idea occurred to me. Sam. Sam's agency were one of the best in town when it came to tracking unknown accounts and phone numbers. I knew that if I'd reach out to him,he would help me find the culprit and he would be put behind bars.

We tried to play but the walls are so thin, the neighbor yelled in French that they would call the cops the first time Oliver screamed. He wants pain to erase the noise. I can’t give it to him. The ideal would be to find a club, but I can’t reach out to Dirk or Seth. And we shouldn’t be moving around unnecessarily. I reach onto the coffee table and pick up the cheap, prepaid smartphone I bought. No SIM card registered to us, paid for in coins, connected to a public cafe Wi-Fi network down the block. Passive reception only. I use it strictly to monitor the local news.

I looked up, but only the dark ceiling met me. “Who are you?! I need to get out of here!” But nothing came…. not untill I looked to the left of me. There was a phone on the floor beside me. I gasped and crawled to it. It burned my fingers from how hot it was, and I could barely operate it. It was an old model from three years ago, but I turned it on. Nearly biting my fingers, I waited patiently until the phone's home screen finally came on. But another obstacle met me.

I’m going to call him. The phone started to ring. “Hello?” His voice sounds weirdly similar to mine. “Who are you?” I asked. “Why do you have my phone?” he asked too. “Give it back to me.” “I found this at the back of my computer screen,” I told him. “What? My old house is already abandoned?” “What do you mean?” I took my other phone and clicked on the camera to take pictures and Bluetooth them to my other phone. I have one photo of me too. Photos are all sent.

What a useless bunch. When the screen lit up, I’m in a daze. The date, it says that it's just April 12, 2012, it should be 2053! Wait, maybe it isn’t updated. Yeah, who would have an updated phone – that hit me, there should be no one using smartphones these days, the monsters in the gate have this ability to disrupt the frequency and lead those gadgets to explode… who would dare to – what shocked me the most is, there’s still a signal! I frantically dropped down the gadget. Fuck, that demon! He might track me! Nathan has this hobby of acting like a human, deceiving my comrades, and fucking annihilate all of the camps. This shitty situation is so frustrating!

I quickly turned on the adaptive brightness and within seconds, the screen's brightness reduced. "This is what I get for being the most reasonable elder in the council," I muttered with a sigh as I scrolled through my app list. My eyes found the contact icon and I immediately tapped on it. I then hit the search bar after entering the application and searched for Elder Hugh's number. I tapped on the number after it came on the screen and brought the phone to my ear.

Damn it! "Come on, think, AZ. Think, you dumb brain." I mumbled as I try to find a solution to all of this shit. I need to call Nadia. Then, I dialed her number to let her know that she should not continue heading here, but then, I remembered that they are tracking my homies' phones in here. They should not locate me. "Pick up, pick up, pick up," I muttered as I try to dial Eve's number.

“Hey, dude, let’s go for a walk,” Sean said, ignoring the mayhem left in the room after the party. Jim didn’t seem to listen, cursing under his breath as he went through the phone menus. “Jimbo.” “Fuck!” “What’s up, man?” Sean grabbed a beer from the minibar on his way to his brother. “I can’t fucking find it! I deleted the DMs by mistake and now I can’t find the fucking number!” “You looking for a phone number?”