Invader Zim Phone Case Novels & Stories

The bodyguard's uniform and the gun. Pulling out his phone from the uniform, he sat down on the closed toilet lid and powered it on. Thank fuck, it still had battery. As soon as the screen lit up, Zane's thumb moved fast across it, clicking on an app. Once it loaded, multiple video shots of the lakehouse filled his screen. He'd been worried that his phone wouldn't be able to connect to the cameras, seeing how far he was...away from the city. His fingers shook as he flipped through the feeds, showing different rooms in the house, but none of them had him in them.

There doesn’t seem to be a single problem he can’t fix—or figure out if he puts his mind to it. A few minutes later, his boots crunch against the rooftop gravel. I pick up the phone once more, gripping it tightly as if it had personally offended me. My thumb glides over the back of the case, and I can feel it getting warmer than before. He places the black case down silently and studies my expression first. “You look like you're torn between murder and patience,” he remarks mildly. “Still weighing my options,” I respond. He lets out a sound that might be a laugh and opens the case. Inside, I see a Faraday sleeve, a diagnostic wand, and some cables.

He looked out over the skyline, then turned back to me, a dark, lethal smile playing on his lips. “They forgot one thing, Livy,” Zander said, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating hum of war. “They taught us how to play their game. They spent five years making sure we knew exactly how they think, how they hide, and how they kill.” He walked to the safe in the corner of the room and pulled out a small, unassuming black briefcase—the one Sophie had delivered earlier that morning. He opened it, revealing a single, high-frequency satellite phone and a series of encrypted hard drives.

The nightstand had two drawers and I had only checked one. The bottom drawer stuck when I pulled it. I yanked harder. It scraped open, the sound loud in the quiet room. Inside. A sleep mask, earplugs, an empty Ambien bottle, and a phone. Not Briar's iPhone with the rose gold case. This was different. The phone was black and cheap. The kind you bought at gas stations with cash. No case. Screen cracked in the upper right corner. My mouth went dry. I pressed the power button and the screen lit up. No password. The home screen was default, no apps except the basics. I opened the call log.

She let out a shaky breath, "But seeing as we’re stranded in the middle of goddamn nowhere, I guess I’m just supposed to sit here and tough it out, right?" I swallowed hard, without saying a word, I turned on my heel, walking toward the bedroom without a backward glance. I pushed open the door to the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, I knelt, pushing aside the rug to reveal a small, concealed compartment in the floorboards. Inside was a matte black case, no bigger than a laptop, secured with a fingerprint lock. My hand hovered over it for a moment as I swiped my thumb across the sensor. The case clicked open with a soft hiss, revealing a sleek, untraceable satellite phone—custom-built, encryp

It seemed whatever she had to say about Lilith didn't concern me, so I dropped back down to my chair to let my adrenaline levels cool down. Only after I sat down did I see the matte-black-cased phone, right where he had placed it after the call. Without wasting another second, I sprang up, picking up my purse while at it. I removed the cover quickly, took one of my hairclips, and opened the SIM card lot, then opened my purse. I was breathing heavily as I scrambled for the macrotracker chip wrapped in a small piece of paper towel. "Heziah," Gavin called from afar, his voice echoing in his expensive residence.

Laurence was the first to arrive. After the police officer asked Laurence for his identification, he handed him a plastic bag containing a phone, and asked, "Please verify that the phone belongs to Ms. Jenner." Laurence took the phone with white knuckles for close inspection. He clenched his fingers. The voice coming out of his mouth didn't sound like his. The tranquility he experienced felt more like the calm before the storm. "It's hers." It was a pastel pink phone case with bunny ears. Zoey loved it and hadn't changed her phone case because it was so adorable.

Zira shook her head as she let out a soft sigh and leaned against the headboard of her bed. “In that case, try to get a little sleep.” I balanced the tray of dishes in one hand, as I handed her the phone I brought. “I already programmed my number in the phone, and it is ready for you to use.” “You didn’t need to get an expensive phone. I would have been okay with something basic.” Zira’s eyes widened as she opened the box to the latest Android model phone. “I know I didn’t need to, but I wanted to. Besides, if you are trying to get into Acadia Academy, you will need to be able to fit in.”

Speaking of Zivon, he really didn’t want to bother with this eyesore for now, so he simply removed his wristwatch before starting to take it apart… and after reassembling it, it turned into a mini communication device! Following a sigh, he turned it on… and before he could even send a call out, Ian had already beaten him to it. “Where are you?! And are you alright?! Please, say something…!” “…If you could just give me a moment to reply.” “…Right, sorry.” After another sigh, Zivon replied, “Don’t worry, I’m fine. Also, I’ll send you my location right-” Before Zivon could complete his sentence, he suddenly paused before heading out of the tiny hut… and after squinting, he was prompted to add i

Evan would appreciate the distraction. Familiar voices grew closer. A moment later their Team Leader, Logan Muller, and the head of the Seattle Aegis Group office, Zain Lloyd, entered the room. Logan was a big man with reddish skin, black hair and cheekbones. Evan had never asked, but it was obvious the Native American lineage ran strong in him. Zain was dressed casually in jeans and a dark T-shirt. His left arm was some kind of high-tech prosthetic that looked like it had come off Iron Man or something with the way it lit up. Word was Zain had lost the limb while on an op and the injury was the reason for his discharge, but not the end of the road for him.