Dumb Phone Finder Novels & Stories

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.

If a tamper is detected, the hacker said it will wipe off every detail in the phone, and if it goes off, everything will wipe off. I've kept it charged for the past seven years, trying to figure out the password. It seems, there was a lot about mother I didn't know. There was only one clue the hacker gave me- The phone's brand-Ghostcell. I've searched for such a company but there is no information. Not even with a secret agent. “Hello…” There was a voice from inside my room and I quickly kept the phone back in the drawer and placed the dressing mirror back in position.

he added. I hummed, shoving my hand into my pants pocket, reaching for my phone. Pulled out a drenched brick of metal and tapped it. Dead as a doornail. I looked up at them, the rain still hammering down. “Anyone got a working phone? Mine is fried.”

The person who wanted Cassius dead. I pulled out my phone and carefully typed the number in, double-checking each digit. My hands were shaking so bad that I had to delete and retype twice. Damn, I missed my burner phone. That thing had all my special apps already loaded. But this would have to do. I went to the app store and quickly d******ded a location tracker app. The kind that wasn't exactly legal, the kind that could ping a phone number and tell you where it was. It took forever to d******d - probably only thirty seconds but it felt like an hour.

Seeing his name now could mean he'd found something, which made my heart race with both hope and dread. I answered quickly. "Clark, hi." "Good afternoon, Ms Daelmont. How are you holding up?" "I'm not even sure I can answer that. What did you find?" There was a pause on the other end of the line that made my anxiety spike. "I'm afraid I don't have good news. We've been working on tracing that number but whoever registered it covered their tracks very thoroughly. It's a burner phone, purchased with cash, and there's no way to tie it to a specific person."

I search my desk looking for my phone, but I couldn't find it. " Where could this damn phone be? " I said as I walked back to my bed to search for it, I hate it when I looked for my things. I raised my pillow and found it on top of Clara's diary. I took it and called my personal bodyguard number. " Hello boss" He said with a firm voice, but I couldn't tell he was just waking up from sleep I probably woke him up.

Not a single pedestrian was in sight. Only at the distant intersection did occasional vehicles pass by, their headlights casting the alley into intermittent brightness and darkness. "My phone, where's my phone..." Shaking violently all over, Queenie completely ignored the foul odor from the trash bin as she frantically searched through the garbage. She found it in a messy pile of leftover food! Her phone's screen was already cracked. The screen finally slowly lit up after desperately pressing the power button a few times. "The phone still works, it still works!"

, Damien asked me. "I forgot my phone and purse.", I stated. How irresponsible of me. "That is okay. You can use my phone and don't worry about cash.", Damien stated. "Alright. Can I make a call?", I asked and Damien nodded his head passing me his phone. "Put in the password", I asked. "0032", he stated as I put in the password. I dialed nanu's number and after two rings he picked it up. "Hello! Who is this?"

The few vehicles plying the road were only the ones going to Daura. I checked my pocket and realized that I was not with my wallet. **Where my wallet dey :o?** It was already past 6pm. I was without money, very far from town and without any means of transportation. **Na die I dey today!** ‘My phone! Jeez, where is my phone?, I thought, as I began searching for my phone in my pockets. I finally found it in the back pocket of my jean trouser. Great! No network!

After walking for a while, Lisa finally made up her mind to call Augustus. She picked up her phone, with the trembling fingers she dialed his number. Ding.. Ding.. No answer. She dialed again. This time the call was accepted at once. Before Lisa could speak, a female voice came “Hello, who is it?” Lisa was stunned; she looked at the screen in disbelief. It was clearly Augustus’s phone number but why a woman had received her call and also asked her that who is she? Didn’t he have saved her number at his phone?