My Apps Library Novels & Stories

"It's fine mum. You really need to stop worrying too much about me. I think it's high time you have a boyfriend" Jayda quirks her eyebrows at her "Yes mum, I know the reason why you don't want to date is because of me and to show you that I'm really not bothered give me your phone" "What for?" "Just hand it, mum" Jayda hands Lucy her phone while having a suspicious look on her face. Lucy goes to her play store and downloads ChaseApp "What's Chase App?" Jayda asks "It's a dating platform" Keisha answers as she finally takes a seat on the single chair available in the room.

From security based app to games app, I have created twenty-five apps so far and all apps were successful in the market. The most hilarious app is the one I created out of boredom for children though I made it useful for parents. It was a complete guide for a kid in the werewolf world. It would be so comical yet nice as I animated the werewolf origin and also it would be like an indirectly teaching app through stories and poems.

She scrolls with a frown, "Blue Moonlight, Moon Essence, Red Haze, Silverline, Dark Moon. They're all too far." "That's what im looking for." "Amelia, there are no names here just contact info," she gasps, "What—" "That's how it works on the app." “I'm familiar with it,” Thalia nods. Nova chokes, her eyes shifting between Thalia and I. Thalia recommended this app to me, I said it was for a friend and now she knows I lied, "Oh here," she shakes her head, putting out my phone. "I'm going to throw up." She rises, fanning herself with her hand.

“I’ll install it on your phone.” Freya blinked. “You… made a whole app?” “Yes,” Kenneth nodded. “We both have access. It tracks your prenatal appointments, a trimester checklist, current and possible symptoms, daily health logs, hydration reminders, nutritional intake, fetal development visualizations, and even a mood tracker.” He wasn’t finished.

/Meelah’s POV/ As soon as Mr Kings drops the call, I launch my W******p to make a group call to my girls, only for me to realize that there are series of people that have been messaging me consistently on W******p for hours now, it is just that I have configured all my apps in such a way that if I don’t launch the app, the background details of the app won’t automatically refresh over my mobile data. I am always way too busy with real life to be getting unnecessary notifications from apps so I turned off the icon so that those notifications won’t unnecessarily cloud my notification bar to threaten my peace of mind.

This whole cleaning shit helps me because it takes my mind off a lot of things and keeps me busy. Grammy later goes to God knows where in her car and comes back later in the evening. She finds me on the couch, reading some fanfiction story on W*****d on my new iPhone. W*****d is the only app I've installed. I don't want to install I*******m or F******k or Twitter because I'm sure there's a whole lot of nasty things doing their rounds on social media. That's the last thing I need right now. Grammy looks disturbed as she drops the groceries she's carrying in the paper bag right there at the door.

Re-open your GoodNovel Application on your device. 5. The books you have added should be in your Application Library. Yours , A.R.

A small gasp escaped my lips, and I quickly clapped a hand over my mouth, remembering Damien’s threat. I walked over to my bed and carefully placed the phone on the nightstand, my fingers itching to touch it again, it feels like it was burning my hand, and I could tell its from my over excitement. I finally picked it up, my thumbs hovering over the screen before I tentatively tapped it, the display lighting up with a vibrant glow. I went straight to the app store, my fingers flying across the screen as I downloaded the apps I used to escape into other worlds well my e-reader, a few social media platforms I rarely used, and a couple of mindless games.

“Chuck may have been an IT idiot, but I doubt the Marching Tides would be stupid enough to be contacting each other over normal channels.” A quick scan of the apps on the phone and we find a suspicious-looking unnamed app nestled away with just a plain black square for an icon. It requires a username and password to login. Luckily, Chuck being the brain-waffle that he was had his login stats saved in his keychain. Idiot.

The error message flashes across the screen in bold red letters: ‘Username and password are incorrect’. I try again, thinking that I must have made a mistake. But no matter how many times I carefully enter my login credentials, the result is always the same. A sense of helplessness starts to consume me as I continue to stare at the screen, my head throbbing. “Even the HappyReading App isn’t on my phone?!” I scroll through my apps, hoping against hope that I’ve simply overlooked it. But each swipe of my finger only serves to confirm my initial thought—it is gone too!