Finney Black Phone Novels & Stories

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.

River Black River Black stared at her phone’s screen through tear filled eyes, the last text she’d received a watery haze. It wasn’t a surprise, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. And it couldn’t have come at a worse time. She fought the urge to hurl her phone into the ravine, and tucked it into the back pocket of her jeans and wiped her face.

Veronica pick up her phone and decide to call Kyler, the phone rings on the other side for so long and nobody pick up She try his office desk phone and it rings twice before it is finally answered and Alex's voice came in "This is Black corporation...." "Is Kyler there?" Veronica cut him short "No ma'am, he has matters to take care of outside the company" he answered "What matters?" "That is confidential unless President Black want me to tell you" "It's fine I get it" she said and hang up the call. She thought quick and dialed another number, the call was picked on the first ring "Good evening Mrs. Black" an exhilarate voice greeted "Hi Emilia, is my husband in the office?"

"Damian, my father will notice if there are strange cars around. Sophia and Clara already suspect something's going on with me." "They'll be discreet," I assured her. "No one will know they're there. I promise." I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a small black phone. It was a burner, completely untraceable, with only one number programmed into it. "Take this," I said, holding it out to her. She stared at it like it might explode. "What is it?" "A secure phone. Use this to contact me, and only this. Don't call or text me from your regular phone. Don't use any apps that can be tracked. This line is encrypted and safe."

Leon took out his cell phone and called Finn. "Finn, where are you now? I want you to come here right now."

"We believe she saw something on it that made her cry before she left the café." The words struck Ethan instantly. "She cried?" His voice was barely a whisper. Mr. Oh nodded. Ethan took the phone with trembling hands. He entered Belle's passcode without hesitation. The screen lit up. And there, still open exactly as Belle had left it, was the headline. Young Billionaire of Asia, Ethan DelValle, to Marry New York's Runway Princess Sylvia Smith. Ethan's blood ran cold. His jaw tightened. With shaking fingers, he pressed play.

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?”