Finney Blake Black Phone Novels & Stories

“Whаt wоuld уоu knоw аbоut thаt, Blаkе? I’m in dаngеr everywhere I gо, оn ассоunt оf your gіrlfrіеnd Neon.” Thіѕ is thе lаѕt thіng I еxресtеd to hear. Eѕресіаllу tоdау, the dау I’vе fіnаllу gоttеn over Neon’s соntrоl. “She’s nоt mу gіrlfrіеnd, Cаrrіе.” “Whаtеvеr, Blаkе. Thаt woman has bееn phoning mе аll dау, thrеаtеnіng to kіll April іf I dоn’t leave you аlоnе.”

My eyes never leaving hers as I stroke her clitoris back and forth, I pinned my finger on it and heard her gasping. " Do you like it?" I asked her. " I do," she said. I wanted her to say more but it seemed she was not able to talk. I pressed harder and her moans filled my ears, it was the sweetest thing I have ever heard. It felt so good being the one she's moaning to. I turned her over as I got on top of her. " This is going to hurt a lot, I need you to give me your body and let yourself enjoy every bit of my thrust" I whispered into her ears.

Black asked with a frown. “Like why did you do that?” She asked with a loud cry. “If you are having problems with your phone then it’s time to change it. You are getting married to me, it’s only right I spoil you with everything you DESERVE” Black said with his glacier eyes and in a deep voice as he stretched the last word to her hearing. Daphne had mixed feelings about what he just said. At first, she was surprised and moved by the sweet lines he said after throwing her phone away but she isn’t too dumb not to understand the last part he spelled out for her.

Mack Black dialed the landline number of the villa and asked the servant to prepare some food for Carl Black. Carl Black was waiting impatiently for Lisa. He had so many questions to ask her. He searched for his phone. When he didn’t see it, he asked Mack Black, "Give me my phone." "Oh yes." Mack Black then took out a brand-new phone from the cabinet and gave it to him. "I bought a new one. Your phone was damaged in the accident.” He took a few seconds to say the next words, "I called Mom. She is coming back today."

“A little heads-up that you were gonna go all emotionally constipated on me at work would’ve helped.” He laughed quietly. A low, warm, rumbling sound that I felt in my bones. “Evan, I don’t have your number. How was I supposed to let you know?” “Oh,” I said dumbly. “Right. Yeah. Okay. That… makes sense.” There was a beat of silence. Then Blake pulled out his phone and held it out to me. “Can I have it now?” I grinned, pulled out my own phone, and they both buzzed as we exchanged numbers.

When the two figures passed by each other, Winson stopped and said, "Dad, don't look at my laptop casually in the future." Blake turned his head slightly and saw the little figure walking toward the stairs with a straight body. "Brat." He walked to the bedside cabinet and sat down by the bed. Opening the drawer, he saw a rose-gold cell phone lying inside. Blake picked up the mobile phone and rubbed its smooth edge with his thumb. Then he pressed the turn on the button. The screen protector was switched on. There was nothing special about it. He pressed his index finger on the fingerprint box, and the phone shook slightly, showing that the fingerprint was not matched.

She hurriedly picked up the call and walked into her office, her assistant was about to go in with her but Blakeley raised her hand in the air stopping her. “Hey, hey, are you guys okay?” Blakeley asked as she heard nothing from the end of the call. “How does this work? This phone is weird with long wires.” She heard Bryan say and she sighed in relief. “Give it to Bryar.” Blakeley said but he seemed to not hear her. “Bryar, how does this work?” He yelled and she heard Bryar groan. “Hey, mummy.” She suddenly heard Bryar call and she smiled.

I never intended to leave anyway. “We got you a new phone, but we are going to keep yours active at the firm, so he doesn’t know you got a new one. I am sorry, Luna.” Tristan says handing me the latest model of one of the most expensive brands. I raise an eyebrow at him, and he does the same with me. Then I giggle and he smiles. “MINE!” Blake exclaims, sniffing my hair again. I roll my eyes at his possessive ways. I kiss his cheek.

There was a pause. Then… “Hold on, how were you able to afford this phone?” There was a brief silence in the background and I walking closer. There were murmurs. "This is a Falcon Supernova iPhone 6 Pink Diamond… only one person has this in the world.” The girls muttered all attracted to the phone. I struggled to get up. My eyes landed on the girl who looked like their leader. Her sly face stared back at me. My hands went into a fist. "You daughter of the devil—" I lunged forward. It didn't matter that my wrist ached or that I was outnumbered.

Monet leaned in, the neon pink lights reflecting off the gold rims of her glass. "Girl, my phone has been blowing up since six this morning," Monet shouted over the beat, her eyes gleaming. "I’ve got clients I haven’t heard from in years suddenly asking if I can 'squeeze them in' just so they can ask if I really know the girl on Damien Blackwood’s arm."