Finney Black Phone Novels & Stories

A black box with gold details. She frowned, confused as to what that meant, but walked over, sitting on the mattress and opening the latch with ease. The cell phone gleamed gold at her, the black apple behind it. A new cell phone, completely sophisticated to the point of being all gold and she didn't doubt it was. He pulled the device out of the box and looked curiously at the small note underneath it.

"Mr. Young, you don't have to be so formal to me. Others would look at you differently if you address me, your subordinate formally." "But you can just call me by my name if it's okay." Okay I'll just call you Mr. Louise then." Louise then just happily nodded. After that Sebastian brought out a box and gave it to Grey. "Young master, I've already brought what you've asked me yesterday." Grey opened the box and saw his new phone. It was a high quality phone costing for about 1,700 dollars. It was a black smart phone that has been just released. "Thanks a lot Sebastian."

“Miss Hayes, there's a phone in the seat pocket behind you. Your bank card and SIM card have been replaced and are in there. I picked them up this afternoon." Since her phone had been destroyed in the fire, he had bought her a new phone and replaced her old SIM card on his way back. "Ah? That was quick, thank you," she said, feeling a bit happy. "No need to thank me, Miss. It's all the boss's doing. If you want to thank someone, it’s him," Sutton replied with a smile. She fell silent, lowering her head to open the phone box. Inside was the latest 5.7-inch 5G smartphone, the hottest model on the market, priced around $5,000.

Finn suddenly opened his eyes. A dark light glimmered in his eyes as he pulled open the drawer and took out his cell phone. When the screen lit up, it showed several missed calls from Lyra, Cayden, and Sydney. He ignored Lyra's calls and dialed Sydney's number. Sydney had not rested yet. She was waiting for Finn to call her. She planned to call at 11:00 PM since she estimated that his operation would be finished by then.

It was a phone—more specifically, it was a Nokia Symbian phone that had long been discontinued. Back then, before Sachin entered the Golden Pagoda, the phone had been given to Sky for safekeeping. For the past ten years, Sky would charge this phone every once in a while. If the hardware were to be damaged, he would also take the initiative to get someone to come over with pre-prepared hardware to replace it. The purpose was to keep the phone running at all times. So that when Sachin came out, he would be able to use it. Taking the phone, Sachin flipped through the contacts list to find a specific number.

The air reeked of rain that wouldn't fall, thick and restless, and I felt it settle into my bones, a weight I'd carried too long. My phone buzzed in my pocket, a sharp, insistent sting, and I yanked it out. Finn's name glared up at me, and I pressed the answer button with a flick of my thumb, bracing for the venom I knew was coming. "You fucking ruthless cold-hearted bitch," he snarled, his voice a blade slicing through the static, all fury and festering hate.

Charlie gleefully offered the payment terminal to me again. "Are you going to pay by card?" he asked. "Oh, I have to remind you that this payment terminal doesn't accept credit cards. You have to use your debit card." It was obvious that Charlie was certain that I wouldn't be able to pay and wanted to see me embarrass myself. I ignored him and rummaged through the torn compartment of my bag, pulling out a black phone. It wasn't the usual smartphone that saturated the market. Instead, it was a satellite phone. It was thick and heavy, drop-proof, and had global signal coverage.

Nothing happened. He held it down until the screen glowed to life. He frowned. He didn't remember turning the device off. The second the signal hit, the phone exploded. Missed calls, texts, and emails flooded the screen. [Sir, have you seen the headlines? My breakfast just hit the floor.] [What’s the play on Whitaker? I’m confused. This doesn't match the orders from yesterday.] [Is the blacklist dead? Can we sign him back to the stadium gear line?]

"The price just went up. And if I find out you’re lying about why you want him, I’m going to come back here and show you exactly how 'sirens' sound when they’re screaming." Lity flinched. The reputation of the Blackwell-Nelblack duo was built on a foundation of bodies and successful hunts. They were the apex predators of Saati Town. "Fine," Lity whispered. "Just bring me Timothy Gal." The elevator ride down was silent until the doors hissed shut. "You’re thinking about it," Gideon said, glancing at Kan in the mirrored walls. "Thinking about what?" "Fucking him," Gideon replied simply. "You’ve been staring at that photo like you want to eat him alive."

“I’m fine. Can we head over to the basement now? Apparently, we have actual work to do.” We step into the garage. Sandy keeps chattering about finding a new space, but I tune her out, as usual. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out automatically. A new text. From Cameron. I drop everything on the table before even reading it. Cameron: Soy, this is Code Grey. I repeat, Code Grey! I blink at the screen, heart thudding. We have codes for everything. Instead of the usual Code Red for danger, we use Code Grey.