Robin Arellano Black Phone Novels & Stories

A tone emitted from his pocket. “Give me a second! I have to pick up this call.” Roberto excuses himself from her ward as he pulls out his phone, he wasn't surprised when he noticed the call was from his annoying fiance, Alice. He rolled his eyes wondering what the call is about again, he walks away looking behind. “Bianca,” he chuckles. Suddenly, he bumped into a man in a black shirt, pants, and black sunshades. He came to the hospital to complete his unfinished task.

As soon as Night Fury fell asleep, I took my old model phone from the drawer next to the bed. …The old model phone that was left behind by that bastard six years ago. Since this phone doesn't have any use other than calling… it has lasted till this day. There are only four contacts. Principal, Vice, Restia, and Ruby. When I was still staying on my island… the only contact I'd ever called was with that bastard. It's the lone voice contacting device that we'd ever use because it prevents wiretapping— he tampered with the sim card and phone that allows a private connection.

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

"Wipe the drive. Format the phone. Do it before their security dogs realize you cracked the vault." Lina didn't answer. She looked out at the skyline, the skyscrapers swallowed by the gray, rotting rain. She hit the power button. The screen died. "I’m not burning it." Lina stood up, her movements cold and precise. Victor Russos stood atop a shipping container, the city’s distant neon bleeding into the horizon. He looked like a king of ruins. Berg Copperfield climbed the iron ladder—the metal groaning under his weight—and handed him a radio.

It doesn’t take long before his body finally stops moving and he takes his final breath. I throw my now empty duffle bag over my shoulder and take a look around. Should anyone have seen they’d have to join Mr Allard here, which would really mess up the scene I’ve set. I casually start walking down the street, my all-black attire consisting of my turtleneck, leggings, combat boots, leather gloves and cap with my hair neatly tucked under it with the help of a hair net – wouldn’t want to leave stray hairs behind – allowing me to blend into the shadows nicely. It’s not a statement piece, it’s practical. Can’t hide out as easily in a black car if you’re wearing neon. After a couple blocks I take

"Yes, ma'am? What do you need?" Alina remained facing the window, silhouette dark against the fading light. "I need you to get me a phone," she said quietly. "Not one registered to the Blackwood accounts. A prepaid phone. One that can't be traced." Mrs. Helen's breath caught. "Ma'am, I—" "I know it's a lot to ask." Alina's voice was calm. Too calm. "And I know it could cost you your job if anyone finds out. But I need a way to contact the outside world. And this is the only way."

“I need your help.” He turned off the tablet and sat taller. “Anything for you.” “Thanks.” A grin curled my lips as I pulled my phone from my back pocket. “Dario informed me that there’s a block on my phone, not allowing me to call, text, or to be called or texted by Reinaldo Roríguez and Emiliano Ruiz.” I pushed the phone across the shiny table in his direction. “Can you please undo that for me?” “Can I?” He nodded. “Will I?” He shook his head. “Not without Mr. Luciano’s permission.”

“Does your wolf refuse my command, stray?” “No, never, forgive me,” I stammered, my fingers trembling as I reached into my wool pouch to extract the communication device, presenting it to the supreme commander without a moment's delay. “The screen is completely free of any security lock.” Kaelen snapped the rectangular piece of iron into his massive palm, his claw extending to slide across the glass interface. He opened my sparse contact log and punched in his own personal digits, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the glowing pixels for several silent seconds before his fingers typed 'Alpha Blackthorne' into the name slot. My tongue had never addressed his person as anything less than a hig

“Ralin, come here, sweetheart. Mommy has something for you.” Ralin twisted his head around at the sound of her voice. She very much doubted he understood what she said, but he recognized his name. When his eyes fell upon the small glowing object she held out toward him, he hopped down off his chair and hurried over. Leesa handed him the cell phone. His smile widened as he stared down at the illuminated screen and saw a picture of himself. Leesa and Cali watched the screen closely. After just a few seconds, the image began to flicker and break up. A moment later, the screen went dark.

“One, you do not go anywhere without informing either Luna or me. Two, Isabella reports to me every day, twice a day. Three, your phone will be monitored for security purposes. Four, you do not speak to anyone suspicious or connected to rival families. And five, if there’s ever danger, Isabella’s priority is to get you out, not fight.” I swallowed and nodded. “Understood.” “Good.” He turned to Luca again. “The phone.” Luca stepped forward, holding a sleek black box. Leo took it, opened it, and revealed a brand-new iPhone, one of the latest models, gleaming under the chandelier light. He extended it toward me. “This is your new phone. You’ll use this one only.” My eyes widened slightly. “Oh.”