Future Phone Novels & Stories

He threw the SIM card directly into the sewer before turning on the phone. He was afraid that the other party would dial this number again if he didn't throw it away. The man’s friend glimpsed that he was fiddling with the phone and frowned in surprise, "When did you get a new phone? I remember you were holding a Samsung when you came over." The man laughed, "You’ve got a good memory. I didn't buy a new one. I just picked up the phone in the bar." "It looks like a good one." "There is a password and I cannot unlock it. It seems that I have to get this password cracked at a cellphone store before I can use it."

•|REIN•| “Put all the orders down and also note the last marketing site. If we can upgrade to a more effective one, then I bet we will be able to recover some losses and also…” my phone started ringing and I took a look at it. The caller ID was irritating in the eye so I just turned off my phone and placed it inside my pocket.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket before I sat down at my computer. It showed I had 5 missed calls from an unknown number. All within 10 minutes from each other. Ignoring them, I turned my computer on and began to work. “Looks like the wood will be about a week behind but it will be here. Everything else has ran smoothly. Not as many VPs as opening night but we still made the above projection.” Beta Mason filled me in on it. My phone started to light up, signaling an incoming call. It was from the same number!

When no name appeared, only a number, I figured that it must be a new client since I saved existing clients in my phone book. I accepted the call and brought it to my ear. "Hey, there," I purred in my sexy voice. I never thought I had one until Zach pointed it out to me. According to him, it's a hot one too. "Tell me, gorgeous, what's your name?" "Josh." He was breathing heavily, sounding as if he'd started the party without me. "I-I'm new to all this...phone stuff," he informed me.

“How am I supposed to even have numbers if Louis destroyed my phone already?” He slid something in a packaged box to me. “This is a new phone and our numbers are already saved there. The phone will be supervised every Friday night and I hope that you don't break the rules because the punishment will be brutal this time” “Brutal. So, keep to the end of your deal, and we will keep to ours.”

"You... what? You can't just quit in the middle of a shift! That's not how this works! You think anyone else is going to hire you after this? You're done, Maxwell. You hear me? Done!" Maxwell pulled the phone away from his ear and tapped End Call. Mitchell's name popped up again instantly. He was calling back. Maxwell pressed the power button and held it down until the screen went black. He stood there holding the dead phone for a moment. It felt like a brick. A piece of his old life. He walked over to the kitchen island and set it down. He wouldn't need it anymore. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out the new phone Kieran had given him. It was sleek, heavy, and expensive. It was

She lay down on the sofa. Sean turned around and looked at her, "Which brand do you like? Apple? Or Samsung?" "Apple. That's my previous phone. It's quite smooth when I play games on it," Eli said. Sean called his secretary and said, "Get me two iPhones." "It's best if I could retrieve my original number too," Eli reminded. "Prepare a new sim card and reload it with a ten thousand dollar credit," Sean said. Eli frowned and sat up, "I want my original sim card, not a new one."

she added as she rummaged through her purchases. I looked for my phone and saw it next to the TV. I grabbed it right away and opened it – there were two messages there. I opened the first one and saw it was from an unknown number. From: +639305****** Hey, this is Brandon. I've got your number from your friend. I was just wondering if you are free this evening? It's my birthday celebration – I'll throw a party and my friends are invited. You're my friend so I'm inviting you. I hope to see you there.

“I’m betting some other girls on the Point will think he’s wonderful.” Marilyn nods. “That might work. I don’t think Howling Point can afford paying to relocate the guy back home. But maybe we can find him another match.” Mi teléfono vibra con un mensaje, sobresaltándome. Lo saco del bolso y veo una notificación que dice: «Novio Veintiuno es un nombre horrible, de un número desconocido». Jadeo, y el teléfono resuena en la mesa de centro cuando lo dejo caer como una patata caliente.

I will report to his soster if I have to, am done being a puppet. His phone kept ringing while we dance so he decided to pick it. "Am sorry Bunny, looks like our little fun has come to an end" he said and I cursed whoever that is calling. "Ah, it's chuks" he said as he saw the caller ID, he excused himself and moved away a bit to answer the call, after 3 minutes he came back but it felt like forever.