Finney Black Phone Novels & Stories

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?

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.

This phone costs two hundred thousand. Matt and two bodyguards ran behind her trying to catch their breaths. Matt is annoyed, yet he can't go against his boss's orders. He followed May to the phone store, he shook his head at May. If only she knew why he was letting her do this. She saw the phone and immediately chose the one with a silver and black case. She input the card, Matt put the password and it was paid. May did not stop there, she got a new laptop and tablet phone of the same expensive brand.

Jakob confirmed his previous words. I was in a trance and didn't even know what was happening to me. Without a word, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. It wasn't an iPhone or something similar, but a somewhat simplified one. I didn't need F******k on my cell phone and I would never buy W******p either. Jakob took it from me with a smile and typed my number, which I had kindly written on the display, onto his ultra-modern Black Berry.

The one she had bought was from the black market, it was cheaper and all it could do was call and text but she took it like that. To people at work, she was using the latest phone but to her, she knew it wasn't the original. "It's just a phone, Emily," Leonard smirked at her leaning right back into his seat, his men were unable to retrieve her phone sooner and when they did he wondered why this woman would be using some black market phone. He wanted to get her something more expensive but this was okay for now. "Then I owe you, I will pay you once I resume my job and get my paycheck."

After speaking, Jebediah took his cell phone out of his pocket and threw it toward Charlotte from a distance. Thud! The black smartphone dropped on Charlotte’s feet. This mobile phone was high-end and sturdy. Although Jebediah flung it across the air, it was still intact. Charlotte picked up the cell phone as she listened to Jebediah’s cold voice. “The password to unlock the phone is 6-6-6-6-6-6. Now unlock the phone and turn on my Instagram, then look for my direct message history with a person named ’Black Phantom’.”

Black asked with a frown. “Like why did you do that?” She asked with a loud cry. “If you are having problems with your phone then it’s time to change it. You are getting married to me, it’s only right I spoil you with everything you DESERVE” Black said with his glacier eyes and in a deep voice as he stretched the last word to her hearing. Daphne had mixed feelings about what he just said. At first, she was surprised and moved by the sweet lines he said after throwing her phone away but she isn’t too dumb not to understand the last part he spelled out for her.

Pippa's attention was entirely on the small phone in her clutches, pressing at the backlit buttons rapidly like a typist. Finish smirked back at his elder sister and rolled his eyes at the younger. He wondered what was with her and the phone anyway. Mother had had to threaten to take it away forever before she stopped going at it at the dining table. For real and for true, he should have gotten the phone instead of Pippa. All his friends in school used the latest phones. But Finian hadn't wanted a hand-me-down from his parents. Especially since he knew he'd be getting his very own new touchscreen one in secondary school. His parents had made it a sort of tradition to not get their children g

My phone screen lit up again, it was an unsaved number but I answered it regardless. “Nathaniel Blackwood on the line.” “f*uck!” I cursed.

They disappeared inside together, the door closing softly behind them, locking in the perfect scene. That was it, Zayn thought, the finality crushing him. It was over. But it wasn’t. A moment later, Finn stepped back out alone onto the porch, pulled out his phone, put it to his ear, and stared directly down the dark, tree-lined drive. Right at Zayn’s car. A second later, Zayn’s own phone vibrated violently in the cup holder, lighting up the dark interior. The screen glared: FINN. His blood ran cold. He looked from the phone to the distant, shadowy figure of his friend.