Future News My Phone Mutated Novels & Stories

We could be a secret fortress inside her glass castle. Liam’s phone, which had been silent on the table, erupted. Not a call. A series of jarring, successive buzzes. News alerts. The moment shattered. He pulled away, frowning, and picked it up. His face went slack. “No.” “What is it?” He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. It was a live news feed. A press conference.

I was instantly on alert as I thought something serious had happened. So, I quickly returned the call. "Hello, what's—" "Ms. Lawson, you're not dead, are you?" A sharp, impatient female voice interrupted. "I have something urgent to tell you! Are you deaf? Why didn't you pick up your phone?" I glanced at the screen. All the missed calls were from Zoe Street's mother, Christina McSpire. Why was she using different numbers? After a sleepless night, I could feel my frustration building. I asked, "Mrs. Street, what exactly is so urgent?"

`````````` Julianna’s POV I wake up with a sense of dread still lingering from last night. My phone has been buzzing non-stop–news feeds, random people gossiping about Ethan Frost and the ridiculous rumors surrounding him, do these people not have anything better to do with their lives?. They sound like they are going to win a lottery just by talking about ETHAN FROST. I groaned as I saw all my news feed showing his annoying face and the stupid smirk. Then, a notification pops up on my phone. It’s from Nexus. I read the message twice to make sure I’m not imagining things.

Rain insisted he stay by my side until I'd be cleared for discharge, but to my greatest relief, the universe sent an emergency class his way which caused him to leave, even though very reluctantly. Before he left, I lied about wanting to reach Anna and since my phone was taken by the unknown attacker, it was the perfect excuse to get a new phone. It was a painstaking wait because I only had a few hours before Rain returned and I needed to speak to David before then. Eventually, my new phone finally arrived. An iPhone 15 Pro. A major upgrade from the 7+ I had been using since my parents died in the accident.

he shook his head, rubbed his eyes, then let out a short, humourless laughter. Then he brightened again as he continued his narration “So, there I was on my way back, already in the car and I saw this notification on my phone. You see, I have this setting that enables me to get news notifications from any country that I am currently in. I've got to keep abreast of things, you know.” “Uuh, uuh,” Reyona said, with a questioning look still on her face. “I just automatically clicked on it, and boy was I happy to, because after checking that news, I scrolled down. Then guess what I saw in the third line of the crime section.”

“Dude. How’s your phone now? Is it still working?” Carl rolled his eyes as he brought out his phone. “Not at all. Displaying no indications of operation. I doubt if it’ll even turn on.” Carl gazed at the fissure on the screen of his phone. Dropping it down, he ruffled his hair and placed his elbows on the table. “There is news about what happened last night in the media. And that girl. Who’s she, by the way?” Mason asked, keeping his gaze on Carl, whose face was cold at the moment.

He picked the phone and checked the screen. Luckily for him, there was no scratch on it. He unlocked it and swiped down the notification bar which was empty. It felt strange to him at first, his phone was always buzzing with text messages and there were always several missed call after not being with it for a long time, but then he remembered that this was a new phone and he had tossed his former phone out through the window on Rex’s instructions. He navigated to the menu list and opened his browser. He typed in the Youngicee stories website URL and it loaded fully in few seconds, he navigated to the news section and scrolled down to check the latest headlines.

Cassia was later flown out for surgery which made her start talking, while I was left all alone. I was never mute. The loud vibration of my phone suddenly snapped me violently back into reality. I blinked quickly before grabbing it from the floor. Unknown Number. That same number again. My chest tightened immediately. Slowly, I opened the message. [Have you finally made your decision?] Another message appeared instantly afterward. [Do you want my help destroying your husband… or not?]

INVESTIGATION CLAIMS FAMILY FOUNDATION USED FOR CORPORATE TAX SHIELD. Grayson’s jaw tightened. “Julian ” he muttered. I walked into the kitchen a moment later, still half dressed for work. “Why does my phone look like it’s exploding?” I asked. Grayson turned the screen toward me. I read the headline. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I sighed. “Well,” I said quietly, “that didn’t take long.” Grayson stared at me. “You’re way too calm right now.” I poured myself coffee.