Iris: The Lady And Her Smartphone Novels & Stories

Iris called her friend, Chelsea Green, before leaving the villa. "My battery is dying, so I'm sending my location and a selfie of how I'm dressed. Just come and get me," she said. She quickly sent her location and selfie, hoping Chelsea would recognize her disguise. However, her phone started buzzing with calls and messages, and she wasn't sure if Chelsea saw or received the information. Fortunately, Iris managed to escape from the villa without being seen by the maids. However, she couldn't avoid the security men at the gate. Luckily, they simply stared at her without stopping her.

As soon as she sees me coming up, she removes her arm from the doors of the elevator and I step in quickly, while the doors close smoothly and automatically. “Do you know Daniel?” Iris asks and I chuckle. “That was a question, Quincy, not a joke.” She says and I straighten my face. “Yeah, it’s really complicated.” I clear my throat and I speak, but she shrugs. She begins to dig out her phone from her handbag and when she finds it, she pulls it out. It is the latest model of the iPhone, which is really expensive. The elevator soon comes to a stop and the doors open. I wait for Iris to make the move and leave, and she does.

the familiar sarcasm-filled voice cut through my train of thoughts and I spun around to face the tall girl leaning on her car. She didn't look up from her phone, her red manicured fingers gilded to and fro the screen of her phone, and with her composure, a twinge of fear gripped me and I began wondering if she saw the whole thing play out—if she saw me chasing after him. "Iris," I acknowledged her, swallowing hard. She looked up from her phone, her striking hazel eyes settling on me. A hint of mischief lurked behind them, and a smirk played on her bright red lips. She pushed her LV shades back to the middle of her head.

“My phone” Iris reached out but her hands were trembling, she couldn’t hold them out for too long before they dropped back to her side. There weren’t words to describe the terror she felt. She had a hard time believing that was her friend and wanted to see the pictures again to confirm that it was her friend that was tied up there. “Give me my phone” Her voice shook with every word as she reached for the phone again. This time, it was handed to her. Her head felt tight, like it was filled with barrels and barrels of water and her vision was slowly becoming blurry.

Iris "I will be waiting for you. Miss you love......" David "Miss you too." Iris Iris kept the cell phone back and decided to sleep brushing off all such thoughts she had earlier. No way she would be able to change her perspective but all she could do was leave this scary city. Nothing seemed good or positive since she had come. That shadow, that growling now nightmare. She was just praying for the night to pass early.

"Car, bag, phone left behind. Vera thinks she went to Reeve." The study went quiet. Hazel was looking at me with that particular focus she had when she was running through possibilities faster than most people could identify them. "She knows where Iris is," she said. "Yes," I said. "And she left her phone," she said. "Deliberately." "That is what it looks like," I said. "So she does not want to be tracked," Kaden said. "Or called back." "Or she does not want whatever she is doing to be on a device that can be traced afterward," Hazel said.

Deep down, something didn’t feel right—but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Iris only nodded and sat beside me. I watched as she pulled her phone out from her bag and tapped around. I stared into space, trying to collect my thoughts while waiting for J to return. A few minutes later, Iris got up and began wandering around the section with her phone. She was probably taking pictures or chatting with her friends. I let her be, lost in my own thoughts—until I suddenly realized she was no longer in sight. Panic surged through me as I stood up and looked around frantically.

The lady handed her a phone and ran to her husband’s side, clutching his forearms and posing for the camera. “One, two, three.” Anna took the photos and only after the fifth click did she return the phone to its owner. “Omg, they’re so pretty….” “Anna.” “They’re so pretty, Anna,” the lady exclaimed. “I’m Jasmine and this is my husband, Luke.” “Nice meeting you both.” With an awkward smile, she turned around and continued her stride and sightseeing. Just then, her phone blared, indicating an incoming call. Glancing down at the caller’s ID, she rolled her eyes, scoffed dismissively, and rejected it. Only after the fifth call did the blaring stop, maybe he finally got tired.

"Yes, kyria mou (my lady)." It was 6:00 a.m. in the morning when Irish received what Celestina sent her. Her phone is connected to the Wi-Fi that's why it beeps after receiving it. She quickly stood up in the thought Basil replied to her texts last night but her forehead knotted it was coming from her F******k account. Her forehead become more knotted seeing the name of the woman she hates.

Upon seeing Irie, who was currently going through her phone while grinning from ear to ear and leisurely eating fruits in Gillian’s ward, Roger's eyes turned cold with rage. This country bumpkin, how dare she? What is she doing here? Immediately, Roger's eyes landed on the phone in Irie's hand, which was one of the expensive phones that had just been launched in the world. Irie is a country bumpkin with a rough life, which means that she should never be able to afford a phone that is half as cheap as the phone she was currently holding. However, not only is Irie holding an expensive phone, but her outfit, including her shoes, was expensive.