Finney Blake Black Phone Novels & Stories

“This is my number, please feel free to call me anytime and for anything.” I took it hesitantly, folding the note and adding it to the card in my pocket. I didn’t mention that I was without a mobile phone, having sold it a while ago when I was in desperate need of funds. Truth be told, I really had little need for a phone, since I had no one to contact anyway. Then a thought occurred to me and I glanced up at Blake. “About what we’ve talked about -” “Whatever we’ve discussed here stays strictly between you and me.” He cut in. “I won’t breathe a word to anyone, so you can rest assured. Unless of course, you choose to share it.”

“You killed my mother. You took her from me.” I could see it, Ethan was unraveling, barely hanging onto control. Callahan opened his mouth, maybe to defend himself, maybe to lie again.but then his phone rang. He flinched and reached into his coat pocket with trembling hands, pulling out his phone. The name on the screen lit up for just a second before he turned it over, hiding it from our view. But I had seen it and so had Ethan from the rear view mirror It was Robert Blackwood.

“Blake. You’re not seriously thinking of going.” I held up my phone. “He wasn’t bluffing.” I pulled up G****e. And just like that, there he was. Ethan Blackwood. Beautiful. Rich. Dangerous. Photographed in tailored suits, arm in arm with senators and Silicon Valley royalty. A few articles mentioned a breakup two years ago. But no photos of her. Like she never existed. Amelia frowned at my screen. “That’s… creepy.” “Right?” “Still. You can’t go there alone. You don’t know what kind of psycho he is.”

I crawl into bed. My phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number. "You're still a coward. I'm almost disappointed. I thought rebirth might have given you a spine. -EB" I stare at the message, my heart stopping. Ethan Black. How does he know?

He asked again. I blinked. “What?” “On your phone.” He was looking flatly. “A male contact beside Dani and Ross… I went through your contact list.” He pointed out. I felt cold for a moment. “You went through my phone?” “Answer the damn question.” “Blake, that’s… You went through my phone? Why? Why do you even have it?” I reached out to snatch it but he raised it higher than I could reach.” “Who is Dave?” He asked coldly.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

Lady Percival needed a dose of tender loving care, and I would be the lucky one to give it to her. I was just about to go for a break when my phone went off. Unknown caller? It struck me odd. I didn't give my number out, and the Lorenzo Agency who represented my modeling had strict disclosure rules. "Hello?" "Brynne Bennett." The sexy cadence of a British voice washed over me. It was him. Ethan Blackstone. How, I have no earthly idea. Or why for that matter, but it was him, sexy accent live and well on the other end of my phone. I would know that commanding voice anywhere.

Blake spoke out as he opened his phone to make the call. “Look at his phone. What is that, a flip phone? Looking at his phone, you can tell he’s just bluffing about his identity. The year 2000 called, and they want you to return it, haha.” Maria had noticed his phone from a distance and disdained its usefulness. Blake called the Eon estate, and the phone went into a busy signal, so he couldn’t get through at the moment. “Aren’t you good at pretending, haha, clearing up this misunderstanding with just a phone call? What will you do now that you can’t get through?”

I used that opportunity to run some errands. After writing a note to him, telling him that I would be away for a moment, I went to find the nearest payphone. It didn’t take long for the call to connect. “Hello?” “Hello, this is Jade Black calling.” “Wait,” the voice disappeared, and I could hear people talking in the distance. “Hello, Jade,” a familiar voice said. “I hope you have some good news for us.” “Hey, boss,” I replied. “As a matter of fact, I do. Remember Derrick Whitney?”

He just needs to stand in one corner and people would come to him and let themselves be his willing victims. I took my brand-new phone courtesy of Sir Khal and quickly took pictures of Blade. The hybrids got me the most expensive one. It was also the latest model. They even bought extra phones for me. They were all in the drawer. “Why are you taking pictures?” Blade asked in his usual grumpy voice. “Because I don’t want to regret anymore.” “What are you saying this time?”