Finney Black Phone Novels & Stories

“Hello…” Silence came first then a breathing followed, slow and measured. A smirk entered the voice when it spoke. “Well,” Black drawled, softly. “Someone sounds eager.” Jayden's blood turned cold as the phone slipped from his finger and hit the floor but he stood rigidly, staring at it like it might crawl toward him. The speaker crackled. “Picking up without checking,” Black continued lazily. “Don't you think that's dangerous, Jayden?” Jayden swallowed hard and picked up the phone with his shaky hands.

My telephone rang and I quickly brought it up to my ear. "Secretary Carter of Black's corporation here, what can I do for you?" I asked in my professional voice. "Hi secretary Carter, is Dylan still in his office? He wasn't answering his phone calls." The voice said. I stood up immediately when I recognized whom the voice belongs to. "I'm sorry Mrs Black, forgive my manners." I said instantly. "Mr. Black is still inside his office." From what I knew, Dylan is Mrs Black's most prized treasure in this world. Mr Black died almost immediately after he was born and he was the only son. The only treasure the BLACKS had.

Zion frowned. "What have you done? I feel disgusted to even talk about it." Mr. Black rubbed his face before speaking, "You tried to rap a girl. I feel so ashamed. How can you forget with your IQ of 150+ that you have a wife? How can you be so low?" With that the colours on his face faded. That bitch made a complaint against him. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. "Mom, give me Hannah's phone number." They heard him saying.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

I chuckled when I realized he must had lifted it from me earlier. He slid my phone across the table. "Now, it's a custom blackout device. Scrambles all signals within a two-mile radius. No one can trace your calls, record you, or listen in unless they're standing right next to you." I turned it over in my hand. "You're a genius." "I know." Vinnie smirked, leaning back. "Oh, and I took the liberty of picking out your screensaver." I clicked the button. A picture of half-naked beach models flashed across the screen.

To me they all pretty much look the same but my eyes keep drifting to a pale blue one beside William. “Which one do you have? I ask thinking that I could just pick the same so he could help get it set up right before tonight. William reaches into his pocket pulling out a black phone with a clear case on it. He seems to think that I will know which type that is just by looking. “It’s an older model but it is similar to this one.” He gestures to the phone next to the blue one. “But it comes in other colours.” He continued “Is that blue one similar? I don’t really care about the details but the colour is pretty.” I hope that it is otherwise I will have to pick a different one but that is the on

Finn whispered. “When do I get to meet her?” “You want to?” his voice was timid. “Of course I want to,” I smiled, watching him pull out his wallet and place a single hundred dollar bill on the table. “I’ll talk to her then,” Finn’s lips slowly pull into a smile as he helps me from the booth, but my phone starts vibrating. My eyes widen as message after message fills the screen from my unknown friend. “What the hell?” Finn’s body was stiff behind me.

Just nodded once before rolling up her window, never looking back. I watched her disappear through the tinted glass until Serena’s voice broke the silence. “You need to make the call.” She handed me a black, rectangular phone—military-grade and encrypted. “Valerio,” she said. “His private line.” The car veered, its tires biting the road as we changed course. I pressed the phone to my ear, silence taking over until the line clicked. “Hello?” His voice was thin, aged. “Valerio. It’s Axel Blackwood.”

Bianca literally fell on her butt and screamed. "This... That... Phone... No wolf has ever used it from what I heard. It was newly launched and largely on sale in the human world. You can't get this brand anywhere around here" she explained and slowly reached out for the pretty looking phone. He must have repainted it or something but this was exactly my favorite color. Purple. Then Danica was imprinted permanently at the lower end at the back of the phone. An unintentional smile broke out of my lips as a tear spilled out of my eyes and down my cheeks.

Cecelia said as she gave her phone to Mister black. " Thanks for your understanding, and if you continue to cooperate with us, then we aren't going to have any problem with each other. The only number you are allowed to call with this phone is your parents' number and the number of our boss here. We won't tolerate it if you end up calling someone else with this phone, except both of your parents. Our boss number is the only number you have on the phone, but keep it in mind that you can't call him whenever you like ". The man said while Cecelia just nodded her head, as a means of understanding.