I Blew Up My Boyfriends Phone Novels & Stories

Eighteen minutes of pure torture that had ended with a dead line and seventeen unanswered callbacks. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and dialed her number again. The call went straight to voicemail, just like the previous attempts. "Fuck this." I hurled the device across the room, watching it bounce off the leather armchair and clatter to the floor. The silence that followed was deafening. No Marcus making sarcastic comments about my emotional instability. No friendly banter to distract me from the fact that I had royally screwed up the most important friendship in my life.

And with each step he took, our gap became short, and the breath became much more sacred for me, and soon he was right there in front of my face, our eyes barely an inch apart. And a smirk now on his face, “Well had fun?” “No, no, I did not have fun, like at all, and I did not intentionally ignore your messages or anything, only my phone fell off into the ocean and I couldn't reach anyone until I got a new, which I did that moment I got back here, so please don't ruin my life,” I blurted out showing him the new phone, as I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath after that.

I clamp down on my tongue to keep from continuing this ridiculous conversation. “I’m not sure what I did—” “You broke my phone.” I turn around, looking him dead in the eyes. “Are you buying me a new one?” A half-hearted laugh escapes before his wry grin stretches across his face. “No. I was going to say I’m not sure what I did to make you hate me. Accidents happen, so I’m confused by the dramatics.” My jaw slacks open. “You have got to be kidding me. Dramatics?” Whipping a finger in the air in front of his smug face, I say, “First of all—”

I got a new phone and I couldn't wait to show it off. We got home and I hurriedly went to my room to check out the new phone. It was an iPhone 15. I got excited and took a few selfies, pacing around the room, looking to call Lucas and tell him the good news. I was so excited that I knocked down the flower vase by my bed. I cut my finger from trying to clean the mess I made. I was about to dial Lucas's number when I thought of what to say. Mr Leo got me clothes, got me a phone, designer bags and also spoke against his brother. The sequence of happenings was suspicious and I recalled I told Lucas about it already.

"Y-Yeah, but Nikolai, we've got a prob--" "Then, what is this?" He showed me his phone and an article about my marriage with Carson Willis. "Your marriage with Carson Willis is in three days. Did he help you with your Dad?" "Y-Yes--" "F*ck it!" He smashed his phone on the ground causing it to turn into pieces and could not be used anymore. I flinched at his action while he ran his palms harshly to his face and hair. My hands were trembling and didn't know how to explain it to him.

And his phone was thrown on the pavement. “What the heck!?” My eyes grew bigger when I found out it is the latest model of an iPhone. “I-I am sorry.” I stuttered. I took the chance to run when the handsome guy bends over to pick up his phone. Yes, he was handsome—no doubt about that. “Hey, you girl! Come back here! Damn it! You broke my phone!” The guy angrily shouted at me. “I’ll come back to you later! I just need a washroom right now!” I yelled without looking back.

“Who f*cking cares about it? She should be suffering. She can’t be happy while I’m not. She is not me and I am not her but thinking about this parallel stuff is burning me. I wish for her death---“ I ended the call and crushed the phone by smashing it on the floor. Stepping it and throwing it on trash. The recording stopped and I feel the anger eating me up again. We will never have contact with them again so they can’t mess up our lives here. “So tell me, you have those phones too, right?” I lifted my head and saw AIro wearing his serious face. “The phones?” Taking up something from his hoodie’s pocket, my heart skipped a bit seeing a phone nearly the same with those I threw already. He als

Without thinking anything, I tossed it in the nearest trash can. Then my phone beeped and a message showed up. Missing you, butterfly. If you are free let's have lunch together. I am going to come near 'Divaz'. Fury took me over. That fucking bastard. For how long he was about to continue it? Didn’t his manipulation, deception know any bound? I threw the phone against the floor. The phone broke in the middle from the force. I was panting. The phone resembled my heart. Broken and used. A loud sob left my mouth.

That of a fucking cellphone company. "I think your boyfriend wanted to talk to you," He got out through fits of laughter. My cheeks flamed bright red as I continued to stare at him. "There is a note on the inside of it," He opened the top. Plucked the note out. "Already put my number in. Please don't smash this one. Z." He read. All my blood came rushing to my head. Pounded in my skull relentlessly. Zayan had bought me a phone and then broke into my house to leave it for me.

he chuckles and I nod. "Tying you up would be the most difficult thing I'd ever have to do," I laugh lightly, "But I would never break my promise, I'll never let you join the army." At that moment, my phone beeps, a 'battery low' notification pops up on the screen and in seconds, the phone dies. "Oh, shoot! My phone just died," I say as I put it back in my purse. "Did you want to call anyone? Because mine is dead too," he shrugs.