Finney Black Phone Novels & Stories

Her phone rang right then. Finn sent a message: [How's your choice of office building?]

"Terrified? He has me locked in a room without a phone, Ethan." ​"Because if he lets you out, he knows he can't control himself around you," Ethan countered, taking one single, deliberate step forward. He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a small, sleek black device, holding it out to me. ​A burner phone. ​"Keep it hidden under the mattress," Ethan whispered, his eyes locked on mine. "No tracking chips. No pack network. Just my number. If he goes too far, or if you just need to hear a voice that isn't trying to command you... you press one. I'm right down the hall."

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.

The game was on. The brass latch of the bathroom door clicked home. Lina didn't hesitate; she cranked the faucet, and cold water slammed into the porcelain, spray hitting the cracked mirror. She dropped to the floor, yanking off her left boot. Her fingers dived into a hidden slit in the lining and fished out a burner phone—thin, battered, and bearing a jagged scar across the screen. She punched in a ghost number. It rang three times before a voice picked up, underscored by the frantic clicking of mechanical keys.

I stood still. She stood still. "Leave," she whispered. I left. I was halfway down the street, the afternoon pressing cold and grey around me, when my phone lit up in my pocket. Unknown number. One message. Don't come back to my house again, motherfucker.

"Then Liliana is even more vicious than I imagined." He had never expected me to keep causing him trouble. In his eyes... He had been far too lenient with me. Without hesitation, he took out his phone and dialed my number. He wanted answers. But every single call... Was rejected. He called again. This time... My phone was already switched off. "That bitch!" Finnley roared in fury before smashing his phone onto the floor. The screen shattered instantly. Sabrina hurriedly grabbed his arm. "Finnley..."

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

Finn replied with a smile and the four of us went in to his house "What can I get everyone to drink?" Finn asked "Can I get a Jack and Coke?" I asked and Finn grinned "That sounds good, I'll have the same" Sally said "Me too" Keri added Finn poured and we all settled on the couch and sipped them. We relaxed and talked and drank quite a few shots and drinks. "Lays, your phone keeps going off" Keri commented with a giggle. I looked at the phone that I had put on the coffee table and see that it is indeed lit up. I forgot that I turned the ringer off.

he said with a small smile on his face that immediately faded once he saw my facial expression. "No I meant, I wanted to offer you a job, now that I heard you've been fired it's just right timing" he blurted out quickly and nervously , playing with the end of his blazer, boring holed into the side walk. His hand went into his blazer and he pulled out a white card, handing it over to me and I hesitantly took it. My eyes fell on the words "BLACK EMPIRE" written boldly in gold cursive.