Mobi Contact Novels & Stories

I now own a pink iPhone fourteen and a cute pouch with my name embedded on the back of it, covered in flowers. After that I spent the whole day setting it up. Downloaded some other things from the cloud. Opened up I*, texted my family members and other online friends. After getting all their numbers back from the cloud I had a full phone book. Some of the numbers in my contact list are from people I didn't even talk to anymore. Some old friends from school, some family members that are dead or are alive but we don't talk. My sibling's numbers we don't even talk much anymore. My sister's were both married off at twenty as was I. Dede was the first to go. She got married to this rich man who l

,Christian asked, arching his eyebrows. "Of course, Mr. Christian Grayson or else who.",She chuckled at him. "Now take a rest, I have to go back home and pack my bags too and then at night I will have to shift to another place so I could not come here today, to meet you. But I promise, I will come to meet you tomorrow and in case you need anything or have to talk to me, you can call me on my mobile number. Here is your mobile and I have saved my number in your contact list.",He said, forwarding her a new mobile in her direction.

she scoffed. "Please teach me; I command you to teach me," Lucinda stated. "Alright, but only talk to people you know," Medusa said, taking her phone. "This is W******p; it’s a place where you can chat with the people on your contact list," Medusa said, operating Lucinda’s phone while holding her own in her other hand. "For the time being, my boss's number is the only number on my phone," Lucinda smiled. "Don't worry, I will add my number too." Medusa beamed.

I stumbled upon a mail from my only friend, Jace which read: ‘I know you've been trying to reach me, I'm sorry for the long break. My phone got stolen and it was difficult trying to retrieve everyone's contact. I tried your line at noon but it was switched off. Call me when you see this message +33 2 09 ** ** **' I wasted no time in dialing the number, ditching the remaining messages to have a phone conversation with him. Is it crazy that I totally forgot I had a friend all this while?..

MacJoe said, “can you help me get them disposed oft at any cost?“ MacJoe asked, “I don't want to be involved but I will give you someone's contact, am sure, he might buy them all” Leo said, “Okay, give me,” MacJoe said, “I will send her contrast phone number via text message,” Leo said, “thank you,” MacJoe said, and he ended up with a phone conversation, and a few minutes later, Leo sent the contact to Macjoe through text messages and called him, “have you seen the phone numbers, call him, he will help you sort out the problems,” Leo said, and he ended up with the phone conversations,

Not looking at the caller on the screen, I swiped it to answer the call. "Hey." I greeted in a sleepy tone. "Good morning Mr Norman. This is Moguel." The caller mentioned. On hearing that, I jumped from the bed, and sat steadily on it. If Moguel was the one calling, he was definitely going to have information about Mia's whereabouts. "What's up man?" I asked impatiently.

Anyone. Scrolling through my contact list, I suddenly realized that I only had 3 contacts saved. Luca's. His mum's. And Alex. I couldn't call his mum and Luca was definitely out of the equation so I cursed and hit the call button on Alex's name. Maybe I was disturbing her, I didn't know what time it was in Maldives but my guess was that she would see this as a distraction. I didn't have the time to think about it because I heard the dial click followed by a feminine smooth voice.

It should be pleasant. However, no matter how much Moreau tried not to get carried away, it was difficult. She was getting sleepy, and the handheld cell phone in her hand became a serious distraction. There was nothing to do so Moreau chose to screen the conversation with Abihirt a moment ago. Re-reading the moments where she insisted on being here. It was only then that Moreau realized there was absolutely no particular form of expression in Abihirt's reply. The various strings of words from her stepfather were beyond flat, too brief... even. "How can you contact someone without saving their cell phone number in your contacts?"

Together with new clothes, bags and accessories. Mozey is about to come back Alia so start getting used to sleep in his room.And this phone has his number you can send messages to him or call said mrs.Ouma with a smile. Send messages or call him!!! these words sounded like a joke to Alia.What should she talk with him? I mean What if he doesnt answer.Should couldn't understand. Despite the thoughts in her head,Alia picked up the phone and thanked mrs.Ouma. Thank you aunt.she said

She looks distraught. “I am. I am without mobile” she says simply. He frowns at the lady's notable discomfort. “Do not misunderstand me. I don't care about the device as such.” She waves at the air. “What matters to me is the list of contacts that…” “Don't worry, smartphones are now scheduled to make a back up from time to time. I'm sure they're stored in the cloud. Also, they are stored on the SIM card as well.” “Yes. I know that,” she mumbles. “The point is that I need a mobile to say I am on the way...”