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 look through the apps and I find one. Find My Phone. Huh? What’s this? Stace must have put it on my phone unless it came with it. I click through and it seems to be some kind of tracking device. Hang on, I wonder if he put it on his phone, too? I quickly type in Stace’s number and watch the screen. Low and behold, like magic, a little red dot lights up the screen. Yes! He’s not far away, just four blocks from here. The doors of the elevator open and I bounce out with renewed optimism.

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 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.

She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives. The loading symbol spun for a few seconds. Then the page refreshed. No match found. Arielle frowned harder now. She tried a third website. Then a fourth. Still nothing. The silence of the apartment suddenly felt heavier. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard. “Who are you?” she whispered again. As if the universe had been waiting for that exact moment, her phone vibrated against the coffee table. The sound made her jump. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. Slowly—very slowly—she picked up the phone.

The reminder of how cocky he’d been showing up there sent me into a tailspin. I quickly closed out of the call logs, dragging up the phone information, “How do I find someone’s location when I’m blocked?” “This again,” Dante grits out, “James, you are lucky that woman hasn’t gone into hiding and changed her name.” “How. Do. You. Do. It.” “There should be a section for her actual phone on the website. If she has location services on, you can ping the phone to its last known location.” I hung up without so much as a thank you. Fuck him for lying to me.