Novel Laptop Novels & Stories

He ordered and I froze what is that suppose to mean I should come join him on the bed? I wore a fake fierce look and obliged, "Here" He handed another laptop to me and I stared at his silver eyes before taking it, "What is this?" I asked and he shrugs, "There is a lot of movies there if you're bored it's all ours" He replied and my eyes widen, "Thank you?" I fumbled with the laptop it was my dream laptop the one with screen touch, I don't have to bother typing and the keyboard is attractive it had butterflies on each letter with pink shiny designs, Wait a minute this is customized and it's a girly design which means it was made for me. Or for Lyla he just gave it to me so I wouldn't be bored

To help, so you're not so tired at night after dealing with your computer. Elliot Stella reads the card over my shoulder. "Elliot bought you a new laptop? Girl... You are in trouble." Her words are light because she doesn't understand the meaning. "Wow," I say looking at the card and reading it again. Stella finishes unwrapping the laptop and opens the top. I'm still expecting something horrible to pop out, but I make my way over and run my fingers over the keys. "A new laptop though? It's expensive, but it isn't a killer pair of shoes or a new car."

“What is that exactly?” “It’s called a laptop. Hard to describe. It does several things. We can access many books, see images from a mind-boggling distance away, or things too small to see with the naked eye. Then we can share music and make music. We can send and receive letters almost instantly. We can play games, witness events in other parts of the world, and gain news about places and people. Purchase and request delivery of products and services. We can even sell things too if we want. Find people and things. It’s very useful.” “What is it telling you right now?”

Price: $1,800. A samsung TV, 65 inches. Price: $1,200. On my desk—my new desk—sits a laptop. MacBook Pro. Latest model. Serial number C02X7QG4Q6L7. My brain photographs it automatically. I'll remember that serial number forever, even though I don't want to. I stumble to the kitchen counter. There's a stack of papers. Bills. MY bills. But they all have red stamps across them: PAID IN FULL.

Logan went straight to the point, he only had a few minutes to talk to her before he heads to his next meeting. “What about occupying space?” “Then I will buy you an apartment to stock them. But make sure you start making use of the gadgets I bought, they are the latest models” She looked at where the gadgets were in her room and thought to herself that she really needed them, especially the laptop for school. Her phone and laptop were old model that do not get updates anymore so she needed the new ones” “I will use them, thank you” “I’m busy for now, I will call later”

"It doesn't have internet, so don't get too worked up. I had a guy strip it. It is basically a child's toy. You can write on it but can't access the internet, and there is no Bluetooth or internet. She didn't care about any of those extra things. She had the news to keep an eye on Matthew, so she didn't need to be able to g****e him. She doubted she would ever find anything if she did. All she wanted from it was the capability to write again. There weren't a ton of spare notebooks lying around for her to use, and she didn't have another way unless she wanted to cave her stories into the wall. "It's perfect! How did you get it all the way out here?" Juliet asked, looking at the box as she pul

After we hung up, I walked slowly down the street. I passed a computer store. The newest PhantomBook Pro sat in the display window. Price: $7,800. More expensive than the laptop I used to own. I stopped and looked at it for a moment. Then I kept walking. I didn't need it. The laptop I have now is great. It's perfect for me. More importantly, now I know how to protect what's mine. *** When I got home, I took a long bath. The new candle I'd bought sat on the edge of the tub. Citrus scented. Clean and warm.

I kept the damp plushies and other wet things in one basket. “Nononono,” I said to myself, grabbing my old bulky laptop that I had kept on the desk after sending out resumes for a few positions. I picked it up and watched in horror as water dripped down its base. It was a cheap one I had got from eBay, and it had lasted me through my entire college. I knew I could get three more years out of it, but… no. I’m sure I can still get it repaired. Uh-huh. I will get it fixed.

She strolled past the cabinets and studied each of the trophies before walking over to the study table by the window. There was a bookshelf on top of it, containing magazines he had been a part of and a few books he had received as gifts from others. Feeling tired, she sat down on the chair and noticed a laptop and an iPad on the table. The iPad was rather old and formed a distinct comparison with the laptop, which was the latest model. Feeling as though she had seen the iPad before, she picked it up to turn it on, only for the screen to light up immediately.

"I started writing this novel two years ago. I drafted an outline of the story arc and characters all in this laptop. The time stamp on the documents are clearly marked as well. This is—" Slap! Florence stormed over and slapped me hard across the face. "This laptop belongs to your sister. All the words in there were the result of your sister's deep thoughts and hard work. It has nothing to do with you!" I was seeing stars from the slap. I fought to hold back my fury. "My cell has a record of my laptop purchase. It is proof that it belongs to me!" Jenna's eyes widened in disbelief. "Were you planning to steal my ideas when you bought this laptop for me on my birthday?"