Finney Black Phone Novels & Stories

There was a pause. Then… “Hold on, how were you able to afford this phone?” There was a brief silence in the background and I walking closer. There were murmurs. "This is a Falcon Supernova iPhone 6 Pink Diamond… only one person has this in the world.” The girls muttered all attracted to the phone. I struggled to get up. My eyes landed on the girl who looked like their leader. Her sly face stared back at me. My hands went into a fist. "You daughter of the devil—" I lunged forward. It didn't matter that my wrist ached or that I was outnumbered.

"Got a phone, man? We could call the cops and get those thugs off the streets." Sienna shook her head, wishing she had a working phone. Her old Nokia 3310 - yes, that ancient relic had been on life support for months, and had finally given up the ghost. Out of nowhere, the sound of gunfire cracked through the air. "SHIT!" The trio yell in unison, taking off, and sprinting for our dear lives.

Her breasts swell against the fabric of her blouse when she takes a deep breath. "Maybe we could help each other, you know, and keep it in the family," she blurts out, reaching her hand out towards his waist. He nervously jumps back and looks around to make sure no one else is here. "Don't worry," she laughs. "I'm not going to attack you out here." Reaching out again, she unclips his cell phone from his belt. "I just want to program my number into your phone," she says, flipping it open and punching numbers. "This is for my company Blackberry. It's on twenty-four seven and I'm the only one who can retrieve the messages. Text me if you want to get together." She smiles and hands him back his

"Yeah. They had a huge album, didn't they? Woodface? Is that right?" "That's Neil Finn," Mister Yousef added. "Cool." They'd finished dinner by that point and Mark disappeared for a smoke. When he got back to the table, Jasmine handed him a mobile phone, slightly larger and heavier than he was used to. "New phone." "Cool. How does it work?" He asked, examining the black and charcoal device. "Watch," Jasmine said, lifting her own silver one. She pushed a button on the side and the screen on top concertina'd open to treble in size, bringing it up to the size of an iPad or a little larger than his Kindle.

“You killed my mother. You took her from me.” I could see it, Ethan was unraveling, barely hanging onto control. Callahan opened his mouth, maybe to defend himself, maybe to lie again.but then his phone rang. He flinched and reached into his coat pocket with trembling hands, pulling out his phone. The name on the screen lit up for just a second before he turned it over, hiding it from our view. But I had seen it and so had Ethan from the rear view mirror It was Robert Blackwood.

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?

I could feel the amount of pleasure, but it was quite the opposite for me—pain. "I don't need a girlfriend when I have pretty girls like this to satisfy me, Emily. You lost your chance to have me last night, but you get to watch this happen over and over again." He chuckled watching Campbell gasp for air. "Why choose a bitch like Emily? My younger brother, who's in middle school, wouldn't find her attractive." Gideon, Ryan's right-hand man, said.

Suddenly, his black satellite phone buzzed silently on the nightstand, its screen illuminating the dark room with a stark, cold light. Ethan moved with silent precision. He carefully lifted Chloe’s arm off his chest, slipped out from beneath the covers, and picked up the device. He walked out to the darkened living room, his bare feet making no sound against the polished floorboards. He unlocked the phone. It wasn't a standard text or an email. It was a single, heavily encrypted binary file sent from an untraceable, burner dark-net node. Ethan tapped the screen, authorizing the decryption sequence. The phone screen flickered twice before opening a massive, detailed financial dossier.

Finn vowed to make Xander pay for all his injuries. "What are you doing?" “Oh, Lysiana. Thank goodness you're here. Did you see my phone? Last night, I saw my cell phone falling around the rose bushes, but I can't find it now.” Lysiana didn't say anything, but she reached into her dress pocket and took out Finn's black phone. “I found this next to the bushes.” “Oh, thank you Lysiana. You are the best. Aww... Fucking Xander! Aww…” Finn groaned in pain every time the wound on his face pulled because he was about to hug Lysiana.

My eyes never leaving hers as I stroke her clitoris back and forth, I pinned my finger on it and heard her gasping. " Do you like it?" I asked her. " I do," she said. I wanted her to say more but it seemed she was not able to talk. I pressed harder and her moans filled my ears, it was the sweetest thing I have ever heard. It felt so good being the one she's moaning to. I turned her over as I got on top of her. " This is going to hurt a lot, I need you to give me your body and let yourself enjoy every bit of my thrust" I whispered into her ears.