Robin Arellano Black Phone Novels & Stories

Elara’s thumb brushed the edge of the phone as she offered it again. “All our numbers are already in it. Real numbers. Not the tracked, monitored, school-issued ones. And there’s a group chat set up. Just us. No Fang. No board alerts. No administration backdoors.” Nico took the phone slowly. It felt light. Cheap. Ordinary. Exactly what he’d wanted. Elara’s voice dropped lower—meant only for him.

“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.

"You think I have another phone?" "I don't think, I'm sure. All businessmen have at least two phones. One for business, one for personal. But you? You only have one? You, whose business is dark, whose affairs are dangerous, whose enemies are numerous? No way." "Lulu..." "Tell me the truth, Ale. Do you have another phone?" Alexandro sighed. He walked to the cabinet in the corner of the room, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a black phone. "This is my work phone," he said.

This was going to work by force or by force. I took out my phone and dialed that one number that would make things right and would never ignore me. My heart was beating so fast against my chest, both from excitement and from fear. One ring and I could hear the hum from the other end. “Hello, Alpha,” I greeted, adjusting my voice automatically to the trained sweet future Luna. I instinctively straightened up. “Hello, Lara,” Alpha Blackthorn's voice from the other end resonated in my phone, sending some kind of chilling, comforting pride through my veins.

Cecelia said as she gave her phone to Mister black. " Thanks for your understanding, and if you continue to cooperate with us, then we aren't going to have any problem with each other. The only number you are allowed to call with this phone is your parents' number and the number of our boss here. We won't tolerate it if you end up calling someone else with this phone, except both of your parents. Our boss number is the only number you have on the phone, but keep it in mind that you can't call him whenever you like ". The man said while Cecelia just nodded her head, as a means of understanding.

And she’d love it. “Sir?” The salesman’s voice pulled me back to reality. I stared blankly, realizing I hadn’t heard a word he’d said. “Right. That one,” I pointed at the black model on the counter. “No bloatware. Big storage. Strong GPS.” He nodded enthusiastically, already packing the phone into a box. “Excellent choice! Want me to activate it for you?” “No,” I shook my head. “I’ll handle it.”

I chuckled when I realized he must had lifted it from me earlier. He slid my phone across the table. "Now, it's a custom blackout device. Scrambles all signals within a two-mile radius. No one can trace your calls, record you, or listen in unless they're standing right next to you." I turned it over in my hand. "You're a genius." "I know." Vinnie smirked, leaning back. "Oh, and I took the liberty of picking out your screensaver." I clicked the button. A picture of half-naked beach models flashed across the screen.

Her fingers found the power button and an electric voice said, “Phone is on. Battery full. Voice notification and Talkback options on.” “Whoa.” “I made sure they set the accessibility options for you,” Silas explained. “Thanks,” Alexis smiled. It would make using it far simpler. “Go on,” Silas slipped his arm around Ava’s waist and held her close as she finally opened the box to see a fourth phone. All were identical aside from the cases. Ava’s was a silvery pink while Sean’s was blue, Theo’s green and Alexis’s glittery white. All had a smooth finish except for Alexis’s phone which was roughly textured.

Hindi niya malaman kung bakit ngunit isang tao lang ang naiisip niya at ang dahilan nang kanyang pagkalungkot. Habang nagmamaneho pauwi, biglang tumunog ang kanyang cellphone. Kaya inilagay niya ang kanyang bluetooth earphone at sinagot ang tawag. "Sir Ronald, napatawag po kayo? May problema po ba?" Tanong niya sa kausap. "Yes, uuwi kami ngayon nang argentina. Kasama ko si joan pati si mark at ang agents niya." Saad ng kausap.

All it took was just one look for him to recognize that the phone wasn’t just any luxury device; it was custom, a work of art. He could immediately tell by the craftsmanship, the fine details etched into the back, and the weight of it that this was no ordinary phone, but a custom made one. Plus it even had his initials as well, which were embossed like a logo, JB: standing for Julian blackwood. Vera slid the phone across the table to him, her tone casual. “This is for your private communications. A secure line. It’s a limited edition, one of only three in the world. Custom-made, with technology most people can’t even begin to understand.”