Invincible Phone Case の小説・ストーリー

So, she could only cry aggrievedly as she said, “All I want is this cell phone... This is the original cell phone... It would not be this cell phone anymore if you changed the back cover...” Charlie was helpless and so, he could only persuade, “Why don’t I buy you a cell phone casing to cover up the back of your cell phone, then? Anyway, your cell phone glass back cover is broken, but the cell phone itself is not broken. You can avoid getting cut by the broken glass if you use a cell phone casing, and it will not hinder you from continuing to use this cell phone.” Marianne cried even more and said, “I don’t want a cell phone casing! What’s the point of a cell phone casing aside from deceivin

I sat down on the bed and looked at everything that was on the bed, he really did bought me a new iPhone, and even added the ones I said out of anger, why does he keep spending so much on me when I'm not even worthy it, I'm going to die soon, and I have not even paid for the damages of his car and he already spent so much on me, I opened the box and brought out the phone, and shit! It was the latest iPhone, I switched it on and seeing that the wallpaper of the phone was already set as that annoying Vincentte’s face, I almost groaned but heck, he's so fucking sexy, how can someone have such a long eyelashes, and they are so laid and long, I was still admiring his face when the phone started r

If a tamper is detected, the hacker said it will wipe off every detail in the phone, and if it goes off, everything will wipe off. I've kept it charged for the past seven years, trying to figure out the password. It seems, there was a lot about mother I didn't know. There was only one clue the hacker gave me- The phone's brand-Ghostcell. I've searched for such a company but there is no information. Not even with a secret agent. “Hello…” There was a voice from inside my room and I quickly kept the phone back in the drawer and placed the dressing mirror back in position.

Sent 22:09 (Mask) : it's up to you Sent 22:09 (Allura) : oh Sent 22:11 (Mask) : why? Sent 22:15 (Allura) : nothing Sent 22:15 (Mask) : are you doubting? it's really me I just got my phone back. anyway there are scratches here and there on my screen as soon as I received it idk what the fuck did our bosses do to our phones I feel invaded Sent 22:15 (Allura) : oh sorry about that they're unpredictable even if they confiscated phones, giving them back with damage is unnecessary.

Valencia crouched down, plucked it off the ground, and held it in her hand. The ringing stopped the instant she touched it. Typical. Elise didn’t rush. She approached with deliberate calm, her eyes on the device, not the woman holding it. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was dry as sandpaper and twice as unimpressed. “Oh good,” she said, stopping a few feet away. “The phone has chosen its savior. What a touching moment.” Valencia glanced up, face unreadable. “No ID,” she said flatly. “No case, no owner info. Looks like a burner.”

She recognized that specific sequence. Six months ago, before her father's health had completely deteriorated, Seraphina had personally optimized the security firewall for the Vance family estate. She had manually whitelisted every single device in the household to prevent corporate espionage. That exact hardware signature belonged to a limited-edition, custom-gold smartphone. A smartphone that had been imported exclusively for her stepsister, Victoria.

“2nd order of business: New cell phones. Everyone is getting a new phone, and all of the appropriate numbers have already been pre-programmed into the phones. I know we can mind-link, but phones are still necessary.” As I finish up going over this order of business, an Omega comes in and hands out the new phones I ordered. I customized each phone for each of my mates. Osiris’s phone was black with a turquoise capital O, trimmed in copper, just like his eyes, on the back. Evander’s phone was copper colored with his named spelled out on the back in emerald-green Old English calligraphy. Andrew’s phone was white with a small teal and black ‘A’ in the lower right corner on the back.

"Woah! That's definitely cool. How?" Pulling out my phone I squinted at the caller ID, willing her to stop calling me. "I had it custom made. It's bullet proof, has re-inflatable tires, a machine gun and a whole other things." "Can I have it?" My phone stopped ringing and I put it back in my pocket then turned my attention to Thea's awe stricken face. "No," I smile at her sweetly. "Why not?" She whines "Because it's mine," I point out. "And besides, your not allowed to go anywhere without protection."