I Blew Up My Boyfriends Phone Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was none other than Christina. I met her sharp, disdainful gaze and calmly extended my hand. "Give me back my phone." Without hesitation, she swung her arm and slammed my phone hard onto the ground. "You bitch! Weren't you the one who refused to answer my calls? What's the point of even keeping this phone?" Glancing at the broken screen, she raised her chin defiantly. "Let's see how you plan to bother my husband now! You're dressed like a beggar, for heaven's sake! How dare you still dream of seducing a man? You'd be better off picking up trash instead!"

Instead, I felt the gush of wind, I pulled my eyelids open, only to see him sitting like nothing happened. I was reddened in embarrassment. I pursued my lips, covering my cheeks with my palms and taking deep breaths. He suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, “ Where's your phone?” I was confused so I pointed at the phone tucked into my pockets. He dove his hands into my pockets without concern, pulling it out. He waved it in front of my eyes then smiled. Crack! He broke my phone into two pieces and tossed it out the window. I stared at him agape.

He gazed at my phone in his hands and smashed the phone, continuously stepping on it until its screen became broken and its body ripped out. If that were all, it was a lie. “You f**king recorded me, huh?” he yelled again as he picked my tattered phone from the ground, grabbed a hard stone, and smashed it completely, making it irredeemable.

Levi asked. " Yep." I say. And I see Levi's phone on the floor and he sees it at the same time. We both run for it but one of the warriors stands in my way so I got to the ground and slid between his legs and I reached the phone first and thumped my fist on it, shattering it. Levi screamed at me and was extremely pissed off because that phone was connected to the explosives. " I guess you won't be killing innocent human's today afterall." I say.

I said, with a look that showed him that I'd truly suddenly become upset. He raised his hands in silent apology. “So what do you say, Marissa? Want me to help you with this guy?” I looked at him incredulously. “How?” At that moment, my phone rang again, and he raised an eyebrow at me. “Well?” I nodded at him. He picked up the phone, and the next words that came out of his mouth shocked me to my marrow. “You worthless son of a gun! Leave my girlfriend lthe hell alone! If you ever call her again, I'm going to find you and break every single bone in your body!” He said and hung up the call.

How can I make you believe that? Zoe: You can’t! But don’t sweat it, Dillon. No need to lie to save my feelings. I may have fucked you but it didn’t mean I was going to fall in love with you. I’d think that’s a concept you’d be familiar with. Anyway, I have to go. “Fuuuccck!” I roared, throwing my phone at the wall and smashing it to pieces. “I just got here! What did I do to deserve you trying to kill me?” Blair asked, standing up from where she’d ducked out of my phone’s path when she walked in, barely avoiding a head injury.

"C'mon Liam, I just want to use your phone and take a picture of us." "You have your own phone, why don't you–." "Give me your phone." I firmly command and Liam stares at me for a second before he lets out a deep sigh. His phone rings once again after he fishes it out and he was about to reject the call but I grabbed it from his hand and crushed it in my palms, earning a loud gasp from them. "W-what the h-hell?" Liam stutters while staring at his crushed phone wide eyed. "You can buy a new one." I said with a shrug and clings onto his arm while showing him my cute gummy smile.

I take it out of my pocket and show it to him. “What the hell happened to your phone?” He opens his eyes. I know he is surprised to see the device smashed. “It's a very long story,” I indicate with a rueful grin. “Well, it's not like you've missed much either.” “How long ago did it end?” I can't help but feel a lot of remorse for having let myself be carried away by my lower instincts, instead of being next to my brother on his special day. “It must have been an hour or so,” he mutters.

I delete the call logs and then drop the phone. Almost immediately, the phone beeps again, and this time, it's a message from my dad. I open the message, and the picture I see shocks me to the core... A picture of Dante and me kissing. Wait... when did that happen?

The amount of temper that’s built up inside of me, drives me to the extent of ripping down all the curtains inside the house and throwing the table upside down, breaking everything that was on top of it. How could this happen? How could I be so stupid and let some lousy woman seduce me? I take my phone from inside my pocket, and I see our wedding picture on the home-screen. I throw my phone with a strong force, causing it to shatter in tiny bits and pieces. Three Months Later… I can’t stop myself from drinking, for some reason it eases the pain. I’ve bought a new phone now and tried multiple times to contact Carolina. Every time I try reaching out to her, there’s just no response.