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.

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.

I slid open the last drawer of the mahogany cabinet. A black phone stared back at me. I frowned. That wasn’t mine. I picked it up, turning it over in my hand. No scratches. No case. It looked almost brand new. Pressing the power button only confirmed my suspicion. Encryption. Not the standard passcode either. This was military-grade security—custom software, hidden operating system, the kind of phone people carried when they didn’t want to be found. “What the hell…” Who in this house had been using a burner phone?

On the other side was red script writing. Angels and Demons, it read at the top with a number underneath. And just under that, it said, for all your phone sex needs. Julian rolls his eyes. Trust Kaden to leave that here. He was about to place it back down and continue his route to the bedroom when he thought to himself, why the fuck not? He was an adult. There was nothing stopping him from calling them and giving it a go. If he didn't like it, he could just hang up and pretend it never happened.

I am surprised he didn’t ask further about the phone. "I'm happy with my phone. I don't want to spend your money on my new phone." I said with my attitude, "Here is your black card." I pull out his black card from my bag and place it on his hand. "You will change your mobile Princesses." He says with determination. We will see that.