Robin Arellano Black Phone Novels & Stories

“Let's continue tomorrow. I need to calm my wife down, please.” Gab brought out a black phone and handed it to Huracio. “This is a stealth phone. It will work 250 feet below sea level. Unless there is a jammer on site, it will function. It has a tracker and a direct connection to me. Please, take it wherever you go. From now on, we can only communicate with this. Let's cooperate to get David back.” “Okay.” Huracio grabbed the phone and pressed my nape. I blacked out and he carried me out.

After I read the message that I got from Ruel, I quickly message him. To: Ruel Hello, Ruel. It is just okay. You do not need to text your colleagues anymore. I will just commute right now because I already miss doing that. Do not worry about me because I will take care of myself and I will be going home safe. I promise you that. Just drive safely, Ruel, and take care. After I sent my reply to Ruel, I immediately put my phone back inside my bag. My cellphone is an iPhone 13 Pro Max that came from Doña Amanda.

Not after these men claimed me, not after whatever riot and chaos is going on in my heart at the thought of losing them. “I got you this”, the small box lands in my hands and I slowly tear off the brown material binding it. Underneath it, another small box with the picture of a phone greets me and I look at Neo with amazement. A phone? “Our numbers are on that. You can’t speak but I’m expecting you to communicate to me using that” I open the box, a black screen stares at me. I pick it up with unsteady fingers, turning it on and going to messages. Yeah, I’ve seen Brit use hers a couple of times. Operating this gadget isn’t hard.

7-inch 5G smartphone, the hottest model on the market, priced around $5,000. She inserted her SIM card and powered on the phone. Throughout the process, she didn't say a word to Gabriel. He sat upright, his eyes glancing at her from the corner. Seeing her remain silent, his expression grew even darker. As soon as the phone turned on, it started buzzing nonstop. One message after another popped up on the screen. She opened one from Grant: [Where are you? Reply ASAP.] She opened another one, also from Grant: [Damn it, why didn't you contact me when something happened?]

He listened in silence, his expression growing grimmer with every passing second. "She was watching a video?" he repeated. Another pause. "She was crying?" Mr. Oh closed his eyes briefly. "What video was it?" He listened again, then sighed heavily. "The CCTV couldn't capture what was on her screen?" A beat of silence. "Very well. Thank you." He ended the call and turned sharply to Mac. "Where is Young Mistress's phone?" "In the car," Mac replied, confused but alarmed by the urgency in Mr. Oh's voice. "Let's go."

I was friends with the owner of the shop, but I was not me at the moment. Gillian, the buff dark skinned man sat behind the counter, shooting up when he caught sight of me. “Oh shit, Al—” he stopped himself from completing the word. “What can I help you with today, Henir?” He coughed out awkwardly. “I want to get a burner phone,” I informed him, keeping my voice and expression cool. “Of course,” he brought out a boxed phone and handed it to me. I scrutinized it and hummed, satisfied. “How much?” I asked, looking up at him.

"Dr. Brownies, thank you for coming so quickly, I need that phone you promised me. I can't risk Stanley finding out where the kids and I are." Larissa said, Dr. Brownies entered the room, his expression a mix of concern and determination, "Larissa, I understand how important it is to keep you and the children safe, I have the phone you need right here." He pulled out a sleek, black device from his coat pocket and handed it to her.l,

According to analytics, it’s very popular. Dad, Uncle John, and Alberto Garcia are in the backseat of an armored black Chevy Suburban SUV driven by armed bodyguards who look like they were assembled in a government lab. Meanwhile, we’re on our Reaper dirt bikes, decked out in matching co-op government official outfits — courtesy of Uncle John’s company, naturally. Nothing says totally legit like sponsored authority. And also thanks to Blackburn Inc., we’re all wired with sleek little earpieces designed for tactical, covert, direct-to-ear comms. Whispered threats. Muted swearing. Crystal clear panic, should it come to that.

ELLIE After training, Lorenzo handed me a black phone, brand new and completely secure. "It's encrypted," he explained. "Untraceable. You can call whoever you need to without worrying about Nikolai tracking or hacking it." I stared at the phone in my hands, feeling the weight of it. Freedom, in a way. The ability to connect with my life back home, the life that felt like it belonged to someone else now. A part of me worried about my old phone, those texts between Nikolai and me, everything that led to my second...or was it the third...Kidnapping.

No one ever told me to shrink they just told me to rule. “Are we doing this whole royal tour thing? Should I expect a performance later? Fireworks? A commemorative plaque?” “No fireworks.” “Mm.” “But…” I reached into my coat pocket. She blinked. “What now?” I set the box on the table. Black and slim just sleek enough to make her hesitate. She eyed it like it might bite. “What is it?” “Open it.” She did, slowly, lifting the lid with cautious fingers. Inside, nestled in velvet, was a pale gold phone. Thin. Sharp-edged. Custom logo etched on the back just one letter.