Finney Blake Black Phone Novels & Stories

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.

“H-hallo, Pa?” Roy’s heavy voice came through immediately, blunt and direct. “Kimmy! Why are you so hard to reach?” Kimmy swallowed. “I was just given a new phone, Pa. What is it?” “What is it?!” Roy’s voice rose. “Have you forgotten, huh? You are now officially the wife of Grayson Blackwood. All of Blackwood Corporation’s assets have been placed in your name. And you ask, ‘what is it’?” Kimmy fell silent. Her heart raced.

Vincent gave no replies, rather he reached for his pockets and pulled out a smartphone which he handed over to Grace. Grace raised her eyebrows looking from him to the black smartphone that rested on his palms, She was confused but decided to take the phone anyways, She examined the phone while glancing at Vincent who just stared at her. “What is this for?”. Grace asked still confused as to why a black phone was being handed to her. Her question was answered when the phone lit up ringing, She looked at the caller and gasped as everything was slowly making sense to her. Mr Leonard Black

"Damn. Remind me never to bet against you." I walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of fire. Somewhere out there, my father was freezing my accounts. Liam was probably comforting Riley. My heart still ached, but not that much. What I couldn’t see was—somewhere across the city, in a penthouse even taller than mine, a phone lit up with a notification. Black Card #0721 activated. A shadowed figure smiled. “Finally.”

“Rich Alphas always say they are preventing cages while they build prettier ones.” Dean nods once. “Sometimes.” That answer is too honest. Finn has no defense ready for it. Dean reaches slowly into his coat. Finn tenses at once, and Dean stops until Finn sees the small black phone in his hand. “Clean phone,” Dean says. “No account tied to Stone. No tracker active. Emergency numbers are already loaded. Mine. Rachel Moore’s. Dr. Amy Bishop’s clinic line. Everett’s number is there, too, but you do not have to use it.”

After speaking, Jebediah took his cell phone out of his pocket and threw it toward Charlotte from a distance. Thud! The black smartphone dropped on Charlotte’s feet. This mobile phone was high-end and sturdy. Although Jebediah flung it across the air, it was still intact. Charlotte picked up the cell phone as she listened to Jebediah’s cold voice. “The password to unlock the phone is 6-6-6-6-6-6. Now unlock the phone and turn on my Instagram, then look for my direct message history with a person named ’Black Phantom’.”

Blake settled in the chair next to Nicola and unbuttoned his suit coat. “Before we get started, Miss Rhymes, I would appreciate it very much if you would turn your cell phone off. I don't want any interruptions. I hate them, in fact.” “I do too… But I don't have a cell phone,” Nicola said. Blake arched a brow. “Excuse me? No cell phone? That’s a first. We live in the age of super technology and you don't have a cell phone.” “I mean, not anymore… I had one, but I lost it three weeks ago, during the move.”

she told Gary. Blake walked in, looking triumphant. "Forget the airport, Riley. I’ve secured a massive deal with a global cosmetics house. You’re our 'precious gem' again." Riley beamed, her ego restored. But Blake’s phone rang. His smile died. "Mr. Blair? Why are you pulling the funding?" Blake asked, his voice cracking. The caller was shouting so loud the whole room could hear: "That filthy video of you and Riley is viral! I won't have my brand associated with a pair of rutting betrayers!"

I cock my head at him, holding back my smile. "Sounds fitting." The corner of his lips twitch. We both turn our focus back to the laptop. I scoot closer to Blake, resting my cheek on his shoulder as he opens his conversation with Ashlyn. And right there. A huge list, a whole damn series of voice notes in between rejected calls. "I blocked her on my phone but I never blocked her on social media." He scrolls down and it's just message after message and missed call after missed call. "I'm surprised you haven't answered any of her calls," I tease, sympathetically patting his forearm. I freeze as I feel a long bulge seeming to pop from under his skin.

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.