Mobi Phone Novels & Stories

Lenora Bennet is my first love. After we start dating, she's been nothing but caring toward me. But on the day of our wedding, my older brother, Gideon Sloane, calls her on the phone and tells her that he's sick and hospitalized. Lenora doesn't hesitate to ditch me at the altar. My mom wants me to be the bigger man and let Lenora take care of the ill Gideon. Meanwhile, my older sister, Hillary Sloane, chastises me for being selfish. She thinks I never let Gideon have his way. I don't understand at all. Gideon is the one who's stolen my life from me, but why is it that my family wants me to be gracious toward him? But after that, I've graciously decided that I don't want them in my life anymore. Surprisingly enough, they keep begging for my forgiveness.

Have you ever dreaded living a lifeless life? If not, you probably don't know how excruciating such an existence is. That is what Rue Mallory's life. A life without a meaning. Imagine not wanting to wake up every morning but also not wanting to go to sleep at night. No will to work, excitement to spend, no friends' company to enjoy, and no reason to continue living. How would an eighteen-year old girl live that kind of life? Yes, her life is clearly depressing. That's exactly what you end up feeling without a phone purpose in life. She's alive but not living. There's a huge and deep difference between living, surviving, and being alive. She's not dead, but a ghost with a beating heart. But she wanted to feel alive, to feel what living is. She hoped, wished, prayed but it didn't work. She still remained lifeless. Not until, he came and introduce her what really living is.

After taking a shower, I stepped barefoot onto the smart scale at home. A cheerful chime rang out. "Congratulations, Mia, you're in your second trimester. The baby weighs three pounds already!" I froze. I was pregnant? How did I not know? Heart pounding, I snatched up my phone and immediately called my husband. "What's going on with the scale at home? I'm pregnant?!" There was a moment of silence on the other end before his familiar, gentle chuckle came through. "Mila, it's just a scale. The data must be wrong. Maybe you're just too sensitive since you haven't been able to get pregnant." I hung up and connected the scale to Bluetooth. In the data log, I saw three months' worth of steadily increasing numbers. Grabbing my car keys, I headed straight for Mia Lane's university.

BLURB: Avery Tyler happened to attend the wedding of her boss's daughter but was left in dismay when the groom turned out to be her boyfriend of five years, also the father of the life growing in her belly. Jeffrey Rosser, the CEO of Tech Rosser. Avery was devastated but a glimmer of hope shone on her when a phone call and a stranger, Tobias Maxwell, a billionaire CEO stepped into her life. Their paths crossed again, Avery, now the CEO of Jason’s company, held the approval of Tech Rosser company's expansion. She tried to avoid any contact with Jeffrey but their children kept entangling them together. Will Avery give their love a chance or is she bent on sticking with one person who has stolen her heart? Only a love that burns can save them. But can it? Find out in this epic tale of love, betrayal, revenge, and redemption that will have you at the edge of your seat from start to finish.

On Children's Day, the most popular social media post is about me. The caption is: "Mr. Shane Norton spends his birthday with his son David Norton and his first love, Ruth Feynman. Has he finally decided to divorce Ayla Sanderson?" I quietly press the "like" button. When my phone rings, I'm in the midst of taking down the balloons I put up for our wedding anniversary. "Honey." My husband sounds anxious as he tries to explain himself. "David suddenly insisted that we go to a theme park, so I—" In the background, I hear David laughing. "Dad, Ruthie says that I can sleep with her tonight!" I look at the mess in the house. The balloons are drooping, and the cream on the cake is congealed. "You don't have to explain," I hear myself say. "I understand." It's just that this time, I don't want you or David any longer, Shane.

When Tina Wesley's son dies in a hospital corridor, she sits beside his empty bed. The truth about her son’s death is unraveled with a phone call that arrives and with it, the truth: the fund for the research that could have saved him was not lost. It was redirected deliberately to protect another woman's unborn child. The child her husband chose. Tina made a resolution to complete the work and to save other children suffering out there. She packs her suitcase, leaves divorce papers beside a coffee cup, and disappears. Three years later she is Dr. Tina, the pediatric specialist whose research has saved sixty thousand children. She has built a new life out of the ruins of the old one, stone by careful stone. Then her ex-husband walks through the doors of her hospital with his mistress and a sick child in their arms. And the child has the same disease as Sam. Would she forgive her ex-husband?

It is a fun and exciting story revolving around two strangers who bumps into each other. Riya Verma is a young, sweet and helpful doctor, but she is hiding something from everyone... even her parents. She comes to another city to do her internship so that she can get away from her problems. She tries to hide behind her fake exterior. Till one day... Parth is a very hardworking Doctor. Dr Parth comes to her place all of a sudden and sees her being her normal self. He gets intrigued by her. He also sees her getting flabbergasted/terrified when her phone starts buzzing. He tries to find out the truth. So sit back and buckle up for this Joy ride they are single but not too ready to mingle in the most obvious way which makes their unassuming icebreaking movements watchable, like eavesdropping on a cute encounter, blushing with them, wincing at the little misgivings.

After lights-out, I make my roommates play with an Ouija board with me. Being the scaredy-cat she is, my roommate decides to ask something stupid, "Where did my earphones go?" I almost burst out laughing. I can't believe she's using it to find her earphones. To our surprise, the planchette starts to move. It spells out, "It's under your bed beside the eye." We exchange glances in confusion. What eye? I snort and get out of bed. Using my phone's flashlight, I check under the bed. Nothing is there. Before I can make fun of my roommate for being superstitious, the door slams open. The student who stays next door barges into our room, her face as pale as a sheet. Her voice trembles as she shouts, "Wake up! Everyone on campus is going wild! Someone found an eyeball in our dorm!"

My mom wants me to report every single detail in my life to her every day. I only get to receive my allowance once I do so. One phone call is equivalent to me receiving one cent. "My dear daughter, I love you so much, you know. Just let me know whatever you're doing every day. Only then can I relax." I don't have the heart to let my mom down, so every day I put all of my effort into coming up with something. That way, I can only gather enough money to buy the cheapest food in the cafeteria. But the food isn't enough to sustain me, leaving me hungry every day. Finally, I break down emotionally. That is, until I receive an allowance from my dad, who's supposed to be dead for many years…

"Mrs. Sterling, are you sure you're ready to end this marriage of twenty years and give up the custody?" "Yes. File it. I’m done." I said calmly through the phone as I scrubbed at a stubborn grease stain on the granite island. For twenty years, I poured my entire being into this family. I managed the households, handled the children's education , and stood by my husband's side, supporting his rise in the syndicate without complaint. But my husband Alexander brought his young adopted sister Chloe to the interview, saying, "My success today is all thanks to my adopted sister." Even my own children looked down on me, calling me common and crude housewife. They had formed an alliance with his ever-present "auntie," the woman who seemed to think she was the true lady of the house. I signed the divorce papers and walked away, leaving them to become the "perfect family" they clearly wanted. But that when the family panicked…