Phone Guy X Purple Guy Novels & Stories

, Zoey exclaimed. The two girls celebrated every moment like it was their last. Meanwhile A muscular man with dirty blonde hair picked up his phone after sweating after exercising. “The flight is booked sir.”, the man on the other side of the phone inform the guy with dirty blonde hair. He ran his hand through his hair as he adjusted his posture and stood straight up. “Good.”, he cut the call. “It's been a long time, my dear.”, the man whispered to himself as he held an old photo in his hand and caressed the face of the young lady, which seemed to be her.

Not until I get your number," Purple sighed, tired of the futility of the conversation, and tired of trying to block out his alluring smell. It was only a fucking number, right? Nothing else, and it would be her choice to pick up his calls or not, therefore it was a harmless suggestion. She smiled a sly smile and punched her digits into his device. "Thank you," he said collecting his phone. Purple nodded in response and made up the excuse of being busy so he could leave, and sure enough, he left, but not without a wink in her direction.

Gideon drag me to one of the counters and the same man opened a box containing a phone with 3 circles at the back. "Do you like the color?" Gideon asked. "Huh? Color of what?" "The phone." It is okay a little bit girly for my taste. "That is a phone? Where is the keypad?" "Love that is a touch phone." No. No. NO. I can't use that stuff. I smile at the assistant and drag Gideon a little bit so I can talk to him.

Just pure, reliable pleasure. I picked up my biggest, darkest purple dildo with a wicked smile on my face. Time to go to town. But the second my fingers wrapped around it, my phone buzzed on the bed. Not a text. A call. I thought about ignoring it, but the caller ID made me pause. Peter Grimlow. Ugh. What did that weasel want now? Probably to whine about some detail or another. I snatched up the phone. “What?” I answered, impatient.

" you will stay here and rest, Purple, if you dare to do anything... I will tie you up to the bed... " "OOH... KINKY ....." Vance snorted, walking out of the room; Purple turned to pick up his phone only to find the place empty, " HUBBY RETURN MY PHONE TO ME.. " And the only thing she got in return was the sound of laughter from the phone thief. Purple huffed her cheek and pouted, almost annoyed; however, that soon breaker into a beautiful smile as she thought about how worried Vance was. Purple leaned back; "no one is going to stop her from attending the ceremony."

‘Although the price is still considered steep, it’s still worth a lot more in the long run to have a goose that lays golden eggs. Delighted, Zayn lit up a cigarette as he waited for Doug to answer his phone. Doug failed to answer his first call, so Zayn tried again but the call remained unanswered. After a moment of puzzlement, Zayn figured it was not a problem. After all, he had a legal contract with Doug. The man was probably engaged in some other matter. However, when night fell, Zayn had a different opinion. Doug had failed to answer his numerous phone calls since that afternoon!

James glared at the phone, now disconnected, feeling a surge of rage building up inside him. He gritted his teeth, tempted to hurl the device across the room. His buddy, Huxley Hall, who was often indulged in partying with him, acted fast, snatching the phone from his grip.

“How did you even know today’s my birthday? I didn’t tell you.” Gabriel didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just smiled that knowing smile of his. Before he could answer, his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket. His face tightened for a second before he pulled it out of his pocket, glancing at the screen. “I would have you know,” his voice dropped, rich and smooth, “I’m a man of many means. I go to great lengths to please the woman I—” The phone buzzed again, cutting him off. and this time, he looked genuinely upset.

A slim Patek Philippe watched silently from his wrist. He adjusted the Cartier dark shades over his eyes, despite the fading sky. Just as he moved forward, his phone buzzed in his palm. He glanced down. The screen lit up with a name he hadn’t saved—Caleb, identified by Truecaller. He let the phone ring once more before answering, lifting it slowly to his ear. “Xup, bro?” The sound of the voice pulled his expression taut. His brows narrowed slightly, and he stopped walking. The tone was relaxed, almost careless, but unmistakably familiar.

IPhone 17 plus was written on the back. My eyes widened. "Is this......?" "A phone" he completed for me. "I noticed that my princess doesn't have one so I decided to buy her this one" I looked at the purple phone with an apple logo on it. I was speechless "I...... Lucian, this is too much" I stammered. "You didn't have to....." "You are my wife Jessica. You are mine. Everything that belonged with me deserves the best."