Sly Cooper Calling Card Novels & Stories

“Good.” That caught me off guard. “You’re not going to pressure me?” “No.” The answer came too smoothly. Too confidently. Like he already knew what my decision would eventually be. That should not have affected me as much as it did. “You have one day,” he said. Then he reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a sleek black card. No logo. No company name. Just a number embossed in silver. “My private line,” he said, holding it out toward me. “Call me when you’ve made your decision.”

She grabbed his hand and pressed the money into it. "Now, that wasn't so difficult, right?” She asked with a smile. "And one more thing.” Carlo watched as she opened the car and grabbed something. "Here,” she said while handing her business card to him. "My contact is right there. You can call me if need be. Maybe when we have settled this, you will have my private contact.” "Thank you, ma'am,” Carlo said and received the card. "Hmm,” Sloane exhaled heavily. "There will also be no need to address me that way. My name is Sloane. And I guess I have to start going now. I have to settle some issues…at home, you know.”

She turned suddenly to Mrs Cooper, “ Mrs. Cooper, please can I make a call with your phone?” her eyes flickered with mixed feelings altogether. “ Sure, Mrs Callaghan, I will just get It for you” Mrs Cooper dashed out to her room. She seemed somewhat excited about the fact that she was close to his boss's wife. If not for anything, Sophia could be giving her allowances every time they become close. Mrs Cooper laughed at her selfish plans before dashing back to the living room with her phone.

SOPHIA’S POV: I am sure this card contains a lot of money. If I send some from it Alex won't notice it. But how can I send it. I am not very familiar with this kind of things. Should I call father about it? I should call him first. I pick up my phone and searched my father’s number. Then I press on the call button. I can bear the ringing sound. But after a few minutes the call got cut. Looks like he is busy . Maybe that’s why he did not pick up the phone. I should review my notes for now. As I am reviewing my notes my dad calling me back . I quickly pick up the phone.

“If this is a prank—” “It’s not,” the voice cut in. “And this call will only happen once.” A pause followed, heavy and deliberate. “They’re not coming for you yet,” the caller continued. “They need you alive Cooperative. Confused.” My heart began to pound. “Who are they?” A faint chuckle escaped the line. “You’ll figure that out soon enough.” I clenched my jaw. “Say what you called to say.” Another pause. “Kylie,” the voice said quietly.

How the best sex of my entire life happened in a cold interrogation room with two crooked cops I'd never met before. "Ask me tomorrow. Tonight I'm too fucked out to be properly outraged." Moran grins at that, the same wolfish smile he wore when he first touched me. He presses a card into my hand, plain white with just a phone number printed on it in black ink. "When you figure out your answer, give us a call. We're always looking for repeat customers. And you, sweetheart? You're definitely the repeating type." "What makes you so sure?"

"You're welcome. If you really want to thank someone, then thank Master Carter. He's the one who called me over." Sylvia pursed her lips and did not say anything. "Ms. Ross, there are many people facing psychological pressure in this era, so you don't have to be ashamed about anything. I can feel that you're trying to get better, and I believe that you'll soon be healthy again." Skylar stood up and handed over a business card. "This is my contact number. You can call me if you need anything." Sylvia stood up to accept the card and said with a smile, "Okay, thank you."

Miles frowned, he doesn't even know where Boss Coal stays, but he wants to help Papa Shu so much, that asking around won't be any harm, he thought. Sneaky realized he doesn't know, “the City is very big, you won't be able to see him at all” Miles' frown deepened, what Sneaky said was true, “but, I have no choice, I don't have what they use-…” he stuttered briefly and mouthed “phone” looking ashamed. Sneaky brought her phone and put it in his hand, “use mine” Miles blinked his eyes, looking at Sneaky with surprise, Sneaky beamed “don't worry I have a calling card”

Neva yelled back, just before the door closed behind him. Suddenly, the apartment was quiet. It was just the two of them. Neva put the cloth down. “Well, seriously. No work today?” “Yesss,” Calla drew the word out, stretching like a cat in the sun. “Let’s go shopping.” She reached for her purse on the counter and pulled out a sleek, silver card. “And by the way, drop Killian’s black card. Take this.” Neva took the card, looking it over. “It might not be a black card,” Calla continued, “but I’ve been able to secure deals lately. I think Damien’s board members might even still be scared of me.”

The corner of his lips curls in a smirk. He grabs my hand, opening my palm. I look questioningly at him, feeling everyone else in the room staring at us. Michael uses his free hand to pull out a business card from his coat pocket. He slaps the card into my palm, letting his fingers linger for a minute too long. The cool, fluffy card makes me swallow. He frees my hand from his hold and purrs to me, but loud enough for others to hear him. “Call me, Ms. Bells, let’s discuss further on the project,”