How Old Was Mason Thames In The Black Phone Novels & Stories

ISLA'S POV The clock on my screen glowed past nine, the penthouse suite wrapped in the quiet hum of late-night London. Most of the floor had emptied hours ago, leaving only the low thrum of the air conditioning and the distant pulse of the city below. I should have gone home. Mum had texted earlier, her voice bright over the phone about a sudden clean bill from the health inspectors—“A miracle, love!”—but the relief felt hollow. I knew better now. Nothing with the Blackthornes was a miracle.

Matthew rarely called as he tended to deal with everything himself. Thirty minutes later Aaron called back. “She the daughter of the Ralph Black. He retired from the smuggling games about twenty years ago. He and his wife were killed about five years ago.” “Enough on her history, what I need to know is where is she now? She had one of our bracelets.” “Let me active the signal… that’s strange.” “What?!” “We can always see the past twenty-four hours But in this case we can’t” “So she is either in trouble with a signal blocker or she was smart enough to corrupt it. Not many people are able to corrupt it unless they have access to our network. I’ll have to do a security check to be sure but that

It wasnt any surprise that when I turned my phone on around five that evening it vibrated for a full five minutes. Mason had blown my phone up. I thought it would burst into flames before it finally came to a rest. I stared at it for a few seconds once it finally stopped, not sure it was done.

Exactly two minutes later, the phone rang. "Hello!" Matthew's voice sounded light. "I just called to inform you that I have texted the address of my house to you. Have you received it?" Blackwheel was confused as he tried to remember if he had heard his phone beep as a way of indicating that a message had come through. He couldn't remember even though he tried hard.

But the clock on the mantel read 12:17 PM. She was late. Isabella was never late. I checked my encrypted satellite phone. The screen was completely blank. No text, no missed pings. With a sudden burst of frantic energy, the baby struck the base of the tower. The structure gave way, the blocks scattering across the floor with a series of sharp clatters. He let out a delighted screech, sprawling forward to gather the pieces. I reached down to help him, but my phone suddenly vibrated violently against my thigh. An unknown, heavily masked digital number filled the screen.

“It’s cold out here. Let’s get inside.” “I hope you don’t think you’re off the hook.” “What do you mean?” I asked curiously. “I’m not above blackmailing.” “What are your demands?” I asked, smiling as we took the stairs slowly. “Oral and Sherlock Holmes.” “Which Sherlock Holmes?” “Young Sherlock Holmes; 1985.” “Ehhhh.” “Oh, my. I’m feeling a little less ride or die-ish right now,” Kierra teased. “Oral and Young Sherlock Holmes it is.”

"Is this Mr. Wellington?" "Yes, but I am sure I am not speaking to Mr. Blackwood. According to my knowledge he didn’t have such a mesmerizing voice." he said chuckling and I smiled but I could see Sean glare at the phone. The man was at least 60 but flirting still didn’t leave his characteristics.

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."

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."

I reach and take my phone and try for what can easily be the hundredth time to phone her. "And her phone is still off!" I smash my phone down on the marble counter so fierce that the screen shatters into pieces. I knew it was coming sooner or later. Mason takes the messed-up phone from me and hands me his own. "Thanks, Mason; please check in with the guys while I go to the bathroom."