Sly Cooper Calling Card Novels & Stories

"Sylvia, I know you've always liked Lawrence, but how could you destroy his card? Great. That was a black card with no spending limit. Hope you enjoy prison." She then lifted the two broken pieces toward Lawrence, her eyes glistening as she pleaded, "Call the police. Don't let her get away with this." Jaw clenched, Lawrence snatched the pieces and pulled out the latest iPhone to dial. I didn't flinch. I stood in the center of the crowd and looked straight at him. "I cut up my own black card. You're really calling the cops over that?" The moment the words left my mouth, Lawrence froze. The call had already connected, but he fumbled and hung up, staring at me in shock.

He offered his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. She stared at it for half a second big, steady, no ring, before shaking it. His grip was warm. Firm. Lingered just a bit too long. “Evelyn Harper,” she said. “And I’m serious. It’s not priced yet.” He nodded once, like that settled something. Then he reached into his coat, pulled out a sleek black card, and slid it across the counter. “My number. When you decide on a price...call.” She picked it up. Heavy stock. Just a name and a phone number. No title. No company. Like he didn’t need them.

He didn't expose the obvious lie. Instead, he stared at her for a long beat, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He didn’t reach for his phone. Instead, he reached into the breast pocket of his suit and pulled out a heavy, matte-black card. It had no company logo, no title—just a single row of gold-embossed numbers in the center. He held it out, his fingers brushing hers as she took it. The card felt cold and substantial, like a key to a vault. “There. That’s my private number,” he said, his voice dropping to a velvety register. “Call me if they pinch, Elara. Or if you just find another excuse.”

She leaped towards where he stood with Rose with a hand behind her back "You're lying Carol, just to get into my head but it's of no use. I've served the leaders of the pack for long now, I'm the most reliable, unbelievably strong and the most ferocious, that's why I was sent here alone. No one can get rid of me just like that" Wayne defended with a sense of pride "That's what they want you to believe but it's false. You're a piece of rag to them. You do the dirty work and get thrown away when you're not useful. Don't be fooled Wayne! You're being used, just like I was"

Perry was gone and won’t be back till tomorrow, so I could take Blond up on his offer, tonight. If he still wanted me, that was. Hell, would he still remember me? It would be quite embarrassing if I called him and he claimed to have forgotten me. Pressing my lips into a firm determined line, I picked myself off the bed and fished out the card he had given me from my purse. A black and gold card that contained nothing but a set of numbers. All I had to do was call him. I bit my lip, excitement running through my veins as I reached for my phone, my breath seemed to cease as the phone rang and then…

I asked, bewildered. Sasha looked at me with raised eyebrows. "You don’t know what this is?" I shook my head, and Sasha handed me the card. It was plain but gleaming, with no visible chip. In one corner, three small letters were inscribed: "M.C.S." The card's simplicity was overshadowed by its aura of opulence and power.

But I refused to let them win. Taking a shaky breath, I dialed the number on the business card Cole had given me. The call connected almost instantly. "Skylar," his voice was smooth, expectant. "I think you’ve made a decision.”

the assistant said, pulling out his phone. “Don’t you dare.” “I will because I don’t want to see you lose your entire fortune over something so stupid that won’t bring you any gain,” the young man declared, dialing a certain number. “Who are you calling?” Gabriel asked, scared. The assistant just put the call on speaker so Gabriel could hear the ringing. “Good afternoon, Cooper Enterprises,” said a man on the other end of the line. “Hello, good afternoon. May I speak with Mrs. Samantha Cooper?”

Calloway quickly pulled out the scanner and swiped the card again. Beep! ACCESS DENIED. My heart dropped again, but Maxmillian remained calm. Too calm. He took out his phone and made a single call. “Check my black card ending in 0453. Now.” Piper crossed her arms, smirking like she already knew what was coming. I shot her a glare. A few moments passed before a muffled voice responded on the other end of the call. Then, just as quickly as his face had hardened, Maxmillian’s lips curved into something cold.