Finney Black Phone Novels & Stories

"Their phones are showing activity in Blackwood Forest, but their responses to Her Majesty have been... concerning." Understanding dawned in Christian's eyes. He pulled out his phone immediately, swiping through screens with practiced efficiency. "The property list," he said, handing it to Simpson. "We've been investigating locations with potential connections to Benjamin or the Pure Blood Coalition." Simpson scrolled through the list, his weathered finger pausing halfway down the screen. "This one," he said, tapping the display. "It's registered to a shell company called Midnight Holdings, located precisely where we've traced the phones."

“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.

It was an antique-looking, bulky, old black phone. She glanced at the screen. Ten jolted and reached for her phone in a craze. "Where did you get this? Who on earth are you?"

Charlotte held a black phone in her hands, noticing it didn't even have a phone case. It appeared to be very clean and seemed like it was rarely used, fitting perfectly with Griffith's character. Not far away, Griffith was bent over, moving a potted plant. As he bent down, his black shirt tightly hugged his slim waist, accentuating his powerful yet smooth physique. Quickly averting her gaze, Charlotte placed her fingerprint on the phone screen, and it lit up. It was locked with a passcode.

" I asked, looking at her. "Allow me." She took out a thick, light orange booklet. "These are your instructions. Don't lose this, you might need it." "Okay," I said seriously. Beneath that was a black screen. I guessed it was the actual phone. Abby took it out carefully. "Here it is. The best phone on the planet. It can do just about anything." "Really?" I took it from her outstretched hand. It was light. The sides and back were orange, the same color as the box, with a silver vector image of an orange etched into the metal. "It's really pretty."

All it took was just one look for him to recognize that the phone wasn’t just any luxury device; it was custom, a work of art. He could immediately tell by the craftsmanship, the fine details etched into the back, and the weight of it that this was no ordinary phone, but a custom made one. Plus it even had his initials as well, which were embossed like a logo, JB: standing for Julian blackwood. Vera slid the phone across the table to him, her tone casual. “This is for your private communications. A secure line. It’s a limited edition, one of only three in the world. Custom-made, with technology most people can’t even begin to understand.”

He brought out his phone again and then looked at her “When was the last time you remember using it?” “Before you kidnapped me” Serena responded pertly. “Ah, right” Basset nodded slowly as he typed on the phone even though she could see that he wanted to say more. After a while, he asked, “What kind of phone is it?” “Android, grey” Basset looked up in surprise “People still use android?” “Excuse me?” Serena asked in disbelief. Here she was panicking that she might have lost the only thing that could let her family get in touch with her and he was mocking her?

The waiter left them after she took Haylee's order. "Why are you always looking through your phone? And why do you have two phones?" Haylee started a conversation with him as they waited for their orders to arrive. "I have jobs to do. This phone is my personal number for business, and this one right here is my public number for school," Niel answered her with his hand showed her the black phone for business purposes while the blue one for school purposes. "Which number did you give to me?" Haylee asked out of curiosity. Niel raised the black phone.

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?]

Alex’s POV Phone rings. “Daniela, I'm in the middle of the investors meeting. Why is my cell ringing?” ? “Sir, it's your personal phone; you don't have control over it.”. I checked and saw that it was Finn calling. What could he possibly have to say? I ended the call. **Phone beeps some minutes later; it was a picture of my butterfly in blood from Finn. I stormed out of the meeting while placing a call to Finn.