Finney Black Phone Novels & Stories

I asked by pressing my cell phone hard, my desire was to break Jack with the strength of thought. "It's confidential, Hanson. If you're so interested, ask her. I have a meeting, see you soon." I could soon hear the wheezing coming from the other line, it had turned off in my face. What else was left to end my day? “ Hanson. "I answered Finley's call on the second ringtone. "Sir, I received your request... But it's impossible to locate the cell phone. "Your voice seemed tense. "And...?” "It looks like the cell phone has been damaged. Whoever was the owner didn't really want to be found.”

Waiting to catch me. If I ever decided to jump. He reached into the desk drawer. Pulled out a sleek black box. Opened it. The latest iPhone — glossy midnight black, brand new. He held it out — not forcing, just offering. “I had this set up for you,” he said quietly. “My number is already in it. Amara’s. Selene’s. Gideon’s. If you ever need anything — even in the middle of the night — call. Text. Whatever. I’ll answer.”

“2nd order of business: New cell phones. Everyone is getting a new phone, and all of the appropriate numbers have already been pre-programmed into the phones. I know we can mind-link, but phones are still necessary.” As I finish up going over this order of business, an Omega comes in and hands out the new phones I ordered. I customized each phone for each of my mates. Osiris’s phone was black with a turquoise capital O, trimmed in copper, just like his eyes, on the back. Evander’s phone was copper colored with his named spelled out on the back in emerald-green Old English calligraphy. Andrew’s phone was white with a small teal and black ‘A’ in the lower right corner on the back.

I used that opportunity to run some errands. After writing a note to him, telling him that I would be away for a moment, I went to find the nearest payphone. It didn’t take long for the call to connect. “Hello?” “Hello, this is Jade Black calling.” “Wait,” the voice disappeared, and I could hear people talking in the distance. “Hello, Jade,” a familiar voice said. “I hope you have some good news for us.” “Hey, boss,” I replied. “As a matter of fact, I do. Remember Derrick Whitney?”

I don’t use much of the money, even though he assures me it is fine. Lost in the feel of the material I nearly drop them when my phone keeps buzzing in my back pocket. Pulling my phone out and glancing at the name on the caller id, Jessika Finely, I groan loudly. Picking it up on the third ring, “hello Ms. Finley how may I help you?”

Bella and I were, of course, a mess of tears, but Hunter and Brandon were gentlemanly enough to allow me to open up and express myself. I cleared my throat and placed the bag on top of the small table, opening it up. It was a bit heavy, so I wasn't sure what was inside. "What the heck did I forget? Have my phone on me, my wallet, my..." I gasped as I saw a black box inside. I opened it, and inside, I found a beautiful new phone. The screen was so shiny and clean. The back was a beautiful rose gold with tiny crystals, like diamonds, lining the phone's sides. "Oh my goddess... Abbie! That is a pink diamond smartphone. Holy shit... I never thought... that is such a beauty!" Marissa says as she

By the sixth year of our marriage, I found another man's contact information on my wife's phone. She hadn't shown him to me willingly. While she was taking a shower, a message from an unfamiliar number came through with an intimate photo. A shirtless man had his arms around her while posing for the camera with a peace sign. I picked up the phone and opened the conversation. The chat history had been wiped clean. The entire conversation contained only that one photo, and the contact was saved under a single letter. [M] She hadn't saved his full name or anything else, but it was obvious she had cheated on me.

Duncan had casually pulled out his cell phone, and the synthetic sound of the camera, followed by the flash, attested to what he had dared to do. "What's this?" asked Black, somewhat annoyed at having his picture taken this way. Duncan had shrugged without a glance at his Alpha. He manipulated his phone's keypad efficiently and nimbly before hitting "send." Black gasped as the corpse of his phone emitted a notification sound, informing him that he'd just received an e-mail. "What the fuck..." "A picture of you. So you can see the look on your face when you're bullshitting," Duncan replied, tapping away at his screen.

“And by extension, yours.” The tension in her shoulders eased a fraction. “Then let’s call him.” Fifteen minutes later, I was in the study again, phone pressed to my ear. The line clicked, and a familiar voice came through — low, steady, the kind of tone that could make a confession sound like small talk. “Damian Blackwood,” he said. “It’s been a while.” “Too long, Finch,” I replied. “I’ve got a problem.” “You usually do,” he said with dry amusement. “Go on.”

He already knew about the situation, and I could trust him with Melissa’s confession video. “But how do I contact him?!” I blared, suddenly realizing that leaving my phone behind was a bad idea. “He probably has like a work phone? Or a public contact, doesn’t he? Everyone has that now…” Melissa suggested, and a bulb lit in my mind. She was right, Finn was registered on Varde’s Website as Navy’s assistant, “his contact must be on his profile” I thought aloud. I found Finn’s profile on the website as speculated, but it was as late in Washington as it was in Ontario, and the thought that Finn would not come to his work phone sent a sensation of anguish over me.