Invincible Phone Case Novels & Stories

"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."

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

Her ex gave her the one she has and even then she had to figure out how to use it herself. Chris chuckled as Rosco smiled. He pulled out the last item in the bag to reveal a brand new cell phone. It was a simple S8+. Rosco passed the white box with a picture of the phone on it to Chris who opened it and pulled out the phone for her. The purple otter case protected the phone from every angle. Rosalie smiled so wide as she brought it close to her and unlocked it. There on the home screen was a picture of a picture. It was so unique how the picture was taken. It was laying on an old wood bench with autumn leaves floating in the background. It was so unique. Chris showed her a few things in betw

I turned to look at Rain briefly, and he was smiling. I dug my hand into the bag and… there was a box in it… I brought it out, my eyes connected to the write-up on the pack—the image. My eyes shined wide, popping almost out of my sockets. “River… is this…” I opened the cover case. There—the gold case and the huge pink diamond that stood out on a fucking phone! “Is this really a—” I swallowed. “Is this a Falcon Supernova?” I saw myself asking, even though it was boldly written on the case.

Still, I take the Iphone11 Pro Max and also the Louis Vuitton case out of the box. I pick up the phone before securing the case around it. An adorable photo of Advira is saved as the wallpaper of the phone. I decided to call Mr. Bianchi to thank him for the gifts so I get in the contact section and search his name but find none. I then search as husband and my guess is correct because he has saved his number as Husband dearest in the phone. I dial his number and after a few rings he picks up the call. "So finally you have woke up." He says in a teasing tone over the phone.

My subconsciousness sassy said in a duh tone. I was still whining at the pain on my wrist when I heard a grunt coming from the man not far from me. I looked up and my breath shallowed as I looked at the million of dollars he was holding with a unpleasant expression on his face. A Falcon Supernova IPhone 6 pink diamond. With an INSANE price of $48.5 million dollars. Who the heck is this guy? The initial plan was I won’t do anything that would make Andre upset with me but looking at the cracked phone in this man’s hand I am not quite sure that went according to the plan.

I sit there holding my phone in my hand just looking at it. Adam takes my phone and tries to call back but as was expected it went dead when the call back button was pressed. Although it was a private number, Adam had a technique to track the call back to the owner. It must have been a burner phone because he was unable to do anything.

I dug through my gallery and found the picture I’d secretly taken, and sent it. “On it, boss,” Dave replied. Minutes later, he called. “Got something. It’s not a normal phone, Louis. It’s got special tech built in. The kind that hides voice data, scrambles it so the caller can’t be identified. Like a voice-cloaking device.” My stomach sank. “What? Why would Evelyn need that?” Before Dave could answer, a sharp pain struck my chest. I groaned, clutching my chest, my breath catching. The phone nearly slipped from my fingers.

Red sensor lights flashed for a few seconds before the compartment slid to the side. Inside was another storage space that hid just one object, a black burner phone. I picked up the phone and unlocked it. It had only two numbers stored on it, one of which was the private investigator’s. After a moment of hesitation, I called his number and waited for him to pick up. “I’m here,” Oak said in his usual gruff voice. “Give me the update,” I said calmly. Although I was speaking clearly enough, what Oak would hear on his end would be a distorted voice. This burner phone was one of our newer designs that was in the testing phase.

"I will not win this one am I?" "Not a chance love." "Fine but I want the same color as your phone the black one." "Okay love." We went back to the counter and then Gideon bought the same model of his phone for me. He bought a case, and a charger that is not included on the phone that is ridiculous. We went back to the house. Baking cookies forgotten. Gideon changed his clothes and then set up my new phone in front of me. "Okay love listen to me." He teach me how to open and close my phone. He use thumb print because 100% I will not remember my pattern or my pin on that phone.