Finney Blake Black Phone Novels & Stories

The one she had bought was from the black market, it was cheaper and all it could do was call and text but she took it like that. To people at work, she was using the latest phone but to her, she knew it wasn't the original. "It's just a phone, Emily," Leonard smirked at her leaning right back into his seat, his men were unable to retrieve her phone sooner and when they did he wondered why this woman would be using some black market phone. He wanted to get her something more expensive but this was okay for now. "Then I owe you, I will pay you once I resume my job and get my paycheck."

they all echoed in agreement. "Blake, message her on I*******m," Bianca urged. "Okay, okay," Blake said, pulling out his phone to send the message. Blake texted, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Then, he switched to a voice message, trying to sound as sincere and emotional as possible.

I need to talk to Rachel about a lot of things, and I also want to apologize to her for terminating the contract, knowing that that matter affected her. “I don’t know where it is… I displaced that phone.” I knitted brows. Even if Blake doesn’t say it, it’s obvious he’s lying even more and every answer he gives is questionable and unsure of every answer he gives. “Can I just borrow your phone?” I placidly asked. I want to extend my patience because I don’t want to argue anymore. “Ma’am, my phone is not working.” I stared at Blake for a few seconds before looking away from him.

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.”

My phone screen lit up again, it was an unsaved number but I answered it regardless. “Nathaniel Blackwood on the line.” “f*uck!” I cursed.

I’d heard that Blake had broken Justin’s leg that he now limps, and his hand is broken as well. If I’d told him what I knew and tried to blackmail him, things could have gone south, I have no idea what Blake Davenport is capable of, and I have no plan of finding that out for myself. I walk up to my office and close the door behind me. I slide down the door until my ass hits the floor. What the fuck was I going to do? My phone ringing startles me. I pull my phone out of my trouser pocket and see Ryan’s name flash across the screen. I answer it. “Hello…”

I said, my voice barely working. "He also asked me to give you these," she added, reaching into her apron pocket. She pulled out a small, brand-new smartphone in a clear plastic case, along with a small black velvet box. She set both items on the table right beside the steaming plate of food. I stared at the phone, my stomach tightening into a hard knot. "What is that?" "Mr. Blackwood had his assistant drop them off an hour ago," Mrs. Gable explained. "The phone is set up on an unlisted line. None of your family's contacts are on it, but Mr. Blackwood's number is saved as the direct speed dial."

If whoever was calling was this relentless, something was wrong. Allison urged me to answer, but I couldn’t bring myself to break the moment. I needed to dwell on it. Today was the day she had given herself to me. Renounced her father’s name. Today, Allison Blackwell became a Blade. After we dressed, I reached for my phone, the buzzing sound almost unbearable. I answered without hesitation. Before I could speak, Fangs’ voice crackled over the line. But I didn’t let Allison hear. I pressed the phone to my ear. “Don’t give me any reports,” I muttered darkly, voice low, barely controlled. “I’ll meet you soon.”

It was mortgaged to the bank. - Interesting. Send it to me. - Already done. - Great, Harry. He then ended the call and went to his G***l inbox where he already saw the file... This young woman was an interesting case. As he suspected. She had lied to him... Probably to save her honor... She was probably afraid of being in the headlines...The daughter of a former billionaire is found stealing from his former home...that would surely be the scoop of the year... Hamish paused for a moment and put down the phone to pick up his drink. He drank the contents in one go... This young woman particularly attracted his attention. He was dying to fuck her... He surprised himself by wondering if she was g

His eyes moved from mine down briefly and back up and the air in the room had changed into something that required concentration to breathe normally in. I leaned forward slightly. He leaned forward slightly. His phone buzzed on the table. Neither of us moved. It buzzed again. Blake closed his eyes for exactly one second, the expression of a man exercising profound restraint. He picked up the phone and looked at the screen and his expression shifted into something flat and unamused. "Liam," he said under his breath. Then, quiet and heartfelt and directed at no one, "Fuck off, man." He picked it up anyway.