Isekai Smartphone Light Novels & Stories

He stepped out, every muscle tense. A lone floodlight flicked on, illuminating a single container ahead. Its doors stood slightly ajar. Sebastian approached slowly, scanning the corners. He nudged the door open— Inside: nothing but a single object on the floor. A smartphone, its screen glowing with a countdown timer: 00:00:17…16…15… His stomach dropped. He lunged forward, grabbing the phone just as a distant screech of tires echoed outside. A van’s taillights disappeared down the far exit ramp.

She’s at once sitting up ramrod-straight on her bed. “SHHHH!” Kate shushes so hard spittle sprays like a fountain from her mouth and rains right back down on her own face. “A smartphone?” Yssy repeats with fewer decibels. “No, not a smartphone. A cellphone,” Kate whispers. “Actually, more a brick phone.” “Where is it?” Yssy asks in the tone of Gimme-gimme.

"On such a happy day, I've got to give you a proper gift." Eric's voice was icy. "Ever since you came back and started causing trouble, you stopped being my good friend. And Wendy, if you keep trying to take my clients, I'll have the police on you for that time you pushed me into the water!" Thomas just burst out laughing. "No need for you to worry, I've already called the cops, and I've got solid proof right here." With that, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and showed everyone a video.

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

She was just a hollow shell of pleasure and exhaustion, her skin glowing with the mess they had left. Suddenly, a bright, white light cut through the darkness. Tracie flinched, squinting her eyes in pain. Kelin was standing by the door, holding a smartphone with the flashlight turned on. He wasn't the only one. Blake and the others were all holding phones, their screens glowing like small stars. "Alright, Kelin," Blake said, his voice casual and calm, as if they were just finishing a group project. "You can turn the main lights back on now. The show is over. We got everything we needed."

He looks up slowly and produces a serial smile. "There she is." he says quietly. "Jared are you alright? Would you like me to make you something to eat or maybe help you to bed?" Please say yes. He closes his eyes and smiles even wider, showing teeth, then suddenly grabs my throat throwing me down on the ground, I can hear the sound of his glass breaking, followed by my phone landing on the ground somewhere near us. He is on top of me with his hands around my neck, but he is not squeezing. He is just holding me in place. He may not be hurting me but I am far from comfortable with his hands around my neck. I no longer know this man in front of me.

An autumnal brilliant red and amber are shown elegantly at the sky as the sun set down in the west completing it's journey for a day. The three of them are walking in the street towards the direction of Nikka's friend. When out of sudden, Nikka's smartphone vibrates and her cheerful countenance suddenly change to ashen, and face change back once again to her old expression; a face that full of fury. Then run fast as lightning away from her companion. Her speed can be compared to Zitrey at the same level utmost. "Nikka?" Nathan asked in perplexed as she leaves them behind without a word. Zitrey too looked at her back very suspiciously. She leaves in such a hurry, as soon as she saw the conten

But he wanted me to go ahead alone, this time. "My phone doesn't come with a light," I mut-tered, frowning. "I've had it for years, and I didn't think about it having a flashlight before. I mean, I have a flash-light app, but it's not that bright." "You can have mine then," he said, holding out his phone to me. "I bought it at the start of senior year; the lock code is your birthday. You know how to turn on the flashlight, right?"

When I was sure Bri was satisfied, we headed back to the tree for our clothes and shifted back to our human form As we headed back to the pack, a little girl ran to us crying. "What is it dear?" Emma asked, confused. "Please Luna come and heal my mother, she has been down with the illness for some time now but today she got worse and can't even speak". She said amidst tears. "Let's go," I said. We both follow the girl as she leads us to her house. We get to the house to find the girl's mother on the bed while her father wipes her body. He steps away as he sees us and I walk up to the woman. "I don't know what to do". I say to Bri confused. Place your hand on her chest Bri replies. I place my

“Tu es à moi… (French for ‘you are mine’) Lara collided with glittering dark eyes, unreadable in the moonlight, and her mouth ran suddenly dry, a shaft of returning sanity tightening her every muscle in rejection. But his hand slid over her quivering body, shattering her with her own response. There was a buzzing sound somewhere in the background. She closed it out but after a while, Christophe began to tense. Abruptly, he lifted his dark head and swore viciously under his breath. A second later, he rolled away from her and the light went on as he answered the cellphone. It took several seconds for Lara to realize that Christophe was talking in fast, urgent French. He cast aside the phone, h