Finney Black Phone Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

It was something I would never unsee if I mistakenly saw it. Then it rang. Out of instincts, I grabbed it and picked the call. "Who is this?" I said in a monotone voice. "Give me back my damn phone!" I flinched at the way the voice shouted. "I didn't steal it, you have mine." I rolled my eyes, recognizing the voice immediately. "I don't have time for your stupid games. I need that phone." He said. "You have no right to speak rudely to me. I can drop the phone in water you know." I frowned.

- 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.

Jack said, taking a step back. They were both wearing black dress pants that looked tailor made for their thick legs. Jack had one a long sleeved light blue collared shirt and Finch a light yellow. Neither wore a tie but it was Saturday. Still, I was sure my dad would have said something about it. But then again if they were all old buddies probably not!! Me? I just wanted to rip their shirts open and hear the buttons scatter on the floor. “My number is in your cell too, but you can get us on the company’s messenger. Which I also installed on your phone,” Finch said, also stepping away.

Hi, sorry, my brother almost died so I married a billionaire. She swallowed hard and forced herself to step forward. Cynthia guided her down the executive hallway, past glass walls and quiet assistants who didn’t look up as if trained not to notice human drama. At the elevator bank, Cynthia stopped. “Before you leave, there are additional instructions.” Elena’s laugh came out sharp and humorless. “Of course there are.” Cynthia handed her a small white envelope. Inside: a sleek black phone. “A second phone?” Elena asked. “Mr. Blackwood prefers communication through secured channels,” Cynthia said. “That phone contains his contact information and only authorized numbers.”

I needed to understand how far they’d get. “An intentional one,” Finn replied, his tone sharp, his gaze finally turning to me. “Whoever owns this phone has something to hide. And I intend to find out what that is.” I forced a laugh. “Well, good luck with that, then. I can’t imagine who’d go through so much trouble for a simple phone.” The technician looked up, smirking. “People hide things in the most unexpected places.” Bianca’s smirk only grew, and she leaned closer to Finn. “Imagine what kind of secrets this phone holds… and whose secrets.” Her gaze flicked to me briefly, a subtle accusation in her eyes, like she was daring me to react.