Nada Ponsel Novels & Stories

Was the food in the Nether Hall really that good? "You're awake?" one of the big guys said. Sophia was surprised that they were quite polite. "Where's my phone?" "We don't know. We haven't seen it," the guard replied. Sophia knew her phone was probably long gone. "Can I borrow one of your phones to make a call?" she asked. The guard shook his head. "Ms. Sophia, it's not that we won't lend it to you, but our phones can only receive calls, not make them."

One question, do they have a base in Washington? CELESTE BRANDÃO I'm analyzing the amount of weapons we still have outside the base, with the help of some soldiers, when my cell phone vibrates in a strange and familiar way. The phone doesn't stop, not until I pick it up and turn on its screen. The screen, unlike normal, is black with green letters, as if it were some type of virus. I'm literally scared, but I would be even more so if I didn't know about the masterpiece that Celina made on my cell phone, with hers and Gregório's a few years ago, when it was my only way of letting one of them know about my college trips, or to have information about Dad at that time.

I should have made more certain, like maybe using a knife to stab him through his blackened heart before running out of that cabin. I sighed, feeling hopeless. “Can I use your phone again?” Maybe Daddy had called back. Nessa pulled the phone from her pocket and handed it to me without hesitation. I looked at the screen and my stomach sank. No service. The bars were completely gone. I checked the call log anyway, desperate. Nothing. Daddy still hadn’t called back. “We were just lucky earlier. The network comes and goes,” Nessa said, watching my deflated expression. “Sometimes it works for hours, sometimes days without signal. The island is too far from the mainland for consistent service.”