Finney Black Phone Novels & Stories

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?"

I stayed beside Ethan, watching the second hand sweep across the wall clock. Exactly three minutes later, the security chief's voice came back through the speaker. "Mr. Blackwood, the line belongs to a temporary communications device, a burner phone purchased with cash." Ethan’s jaw tightened. "Can you locate where it has been active?" "Yes sir," the officer answered. "The signal history shows the device was activated near Blackwood Group several times over the past two weeks. Whoever has this phone was standing within a two-block radius of your office building while contacting Miss Vanessa."

Vincent gave no replies, rather he reached for his pockets and pulled out a smartphone which he handed over to Grace. Grace raised her eyebrows looking from him to the black smartphone that rested on his palms, She was confused but decided to take the phone anyways, She examined the phone while glancing at Vincent who just stared at her. “What is this for?”. Grace asked still confused as to why a black phone was being handed to her. Her question was answered when the phone lit up ringing, She looked at the caller and gasped as everything was slowly making sense to her. Mr Leonard Black

A yawn escaped my lips, and I briefly rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the weariness. I pulled out my phone and called Grey. Being a tech expert, Grey was in charge of all the hardware and gadgets in the pack. "I need a favor. Can you get me the latest iPhone brand?" "Your phone got spoiled." "No, it's not for me. I want to give it to... you know who." Grey chuckled. "Sure thing. Let's make it happen. Where are you right now?" "I'm parked beside the microfinance bank. I'll wait for you there."

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.

"Terrified? He has me locked in a room without a phone, Ethan." ​"Because if he lets you out, he knows he can't control himself around you," Ethan countered, taking one single, deliberate step forward. He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a small, sleek black device, holding it out to me. ​A burner phone. ​"Keep it hidden under the mattress," Ethan whispered, his eyes locked on mine. "No tracking chips. No pack network. Just my number. If he goes too far, or if you just need to hear a voice that isn't trying to command you... you press one. I'm right down the hall."

" 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?

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.