Mason Thames Black Phone Novels & Stories

My eyes darted to my ringing phone vibrating on my kitchen island "Hello?" I held the phone to my ear, leaning down on the island, having my hands to support my weight. "Jessy" A deep voice called from the other end of the phone. My breath hitched in my wind pipe when I realised whose voice that belonged to. It had been so long... "Uncle Thomas?" My voice came out in an unsure whisper, scared I would be right with my assumption "We need to talk" The seriousness in his tone making my heart palipate in my chest, goosebumps rising on my olive skin.

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."

If they knew this, then why not just confiscate my phone, and eliminate the risk? I took my phone off charge and swiped my thumb against the screen, then I typed in my four-digit passcode. No one had tried to text me since last night. London’s time zone was five hours ahead. It wouldn’t be long before someone reached out to me to ask how my day was going. “Oh sorry, I didn’t realize that you were making a call,” Mason excused, turning to leave me in privacy. “I wasn’t,” I replied, shrugging. “I’m just checking my messages but there are none.” I tossed my phone onto the bed covers. “Nobody loves me,” I muttered breezily.

I slid my work glasses off and grabbed at my hair. When I was sure my eyes were dry enough, I picked up my phone. I never wanted to hear from Michael again but I was sure he’d know a repairs guy. Someone that could, I don’t know, fix the system or at least try to save the MOD file I was working on. I scrolled to ‘blacklisted numbers’ and chose his number to call when I heard a voice. I was supposed to be the only one on this floor. “Why are you in the dark?” I screamed.

Thaddeus groaned consecutively as he leant toward his desk and grabbed at the phone handle to quit its noise from driving him batshit crazy. “Yeah, hello,” he grumbled into the mouthpiece. “Who the fuck is this?” A woman spoke at the other end of the line. Her voice clipped and well educated, he sensed. “Excuse me, am I speaking with Mr. Thaddeus Black?”

I won't be able to take back my pack if I am unaware of the foreign power I have. 'Not that I want to, but only I know the consequences of dealing with something who'd power that's -let's just say unmeasurable; for me' I take out the new Blackberry phone that I bought with the credit card I stole from a guy in the subway, who kept pulling me into his lap - and dial a very familiar number. "Who the fuck-"I chuckle softly and he immediately goes silent, I hear the laughter from the other line as well and my smile widens

And every reason not to believe Graham has spent thirty years earning. I'm still holding the phone when the screen lights up on its own an incoming call, no name attached, a number I don't recognize with a Madrid area code I know for a fact belongs to a burner exchange. I let it ring twice before I pick it up. Nobody speaks. For three full seconds there's nothing on the other end but breathing, and then, quiet and unhurried, like the person on the other end has all the time in the world: "You shouldn't have opened that envelope, Mr. Blackwood." The line goes dead before I can say a single word back.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

Martin Blackstorm took a look. "Hello? Big Brother?" He answered the phone a few times, but he didn't get a response. "Hello? Brother, talk!" "The signal in the room is bad! Go out and answer it!" Ashley said. Martin Blackstorm looked back at the bathroom, then at the phone, hesitated, and finally walked out. Ashley followed closely and closed the door. The bathroom door was pushed open, and Morgan came out with a mobile phone in his hand, and then he spoke to Martin Blackstorm.

"Hello? Hello!" I called out. After the line cut off, I tried calling back, only to hear a mechanical female voice say, "The number you have dialed is not in service. Please try again later." What could I do? Panic surged through me as my fingers flailed across the screen. Finally, I managed to call the police and, voice trembling, said, "H-Hello? I want to report a crime. There's a killer at the Blackrock Tunnel. A 29-year-old woman and a four-year-old child are in the killer's car. Please send officers as quickly as possible!"