Vance Black Phone Novels & Stories

Everyone at the table cringed as Kieran’s oily voice reverberated through the speaker because the room was silent and Haley didn't bother going to another room. Vance grabbed the phone out of Haley’s hand before she could reply, glaring at the gadget and speaking in a harsh, irate tone. "Cut it out, you scumbag! Now, Haley has a lot of attractive, well-off guys who cook for her and treat her well. Wait till the next life if you want her to prepare meals for you.” With a quick click, Vance hung up the phone and returned it to Haley, muttering to himself. "What a creep, ugh! Why do you even take his calls, Ley? Regardless of how many numbers he uses, I would have blocked him long ago."

she added. And before she could think deeper, her phone rang... She groaned when he saw Vincaster dial I.D on the screen of her Samsung phone. ~Jerk is calling~ Accept or Decline?

At the bottom of the page, where his wife's name should have been, Isabella Vale stared back at him in clean black ink. His voice, when it finally came, was low and dangerous. "Where is Grace?" The guard at the door went pale. "Sir... every record tied to Miss Vance has been wiped. Her phone is dead, the gate cameras are blank, and the plates on the car do not exist. We have no location."

he murmured, his thumb pressing into my lower lip, “are going to help me bait the trap.” Before I could ask him what he meant, Marcus’s voice broke through the partition speaker. “Sir, we have a problem. I traced the final destination of the burner phone’s registration. It wasn’t bought by a rival corporation or a foreign agent.” Alexander’s hand froze on my jaw. “Who bought it, Marcus?” Marcus swallowed hard over the speaker, his voice trembling. “The credit card used to secure the burner phone network belongs to Victor Vance. Your new wife’s stepfather.”

At home, Vance lay sprawled on the floor, feeling like his life had never been darker. His phone rang, cutting through the silence of the night. He jumped up and scrambled to find it. After locating it under the coffee table, he saw Aiden's name on the screen. He collapsed back onto the floor and answered the call. Aiden's urgent voice came through. "Vance! There's something important I need to tell you." Vance had zero energy. "What?"

Mack Black dialed the landline number of the villa and asked the servant to prepare some food for Carl Black. Carl Black was waiting impatiently for Lisa. He had so many questions to ask her. He searched for his phone. When he didn’t see it, he asked Mack Black, "Give me my phone." "Oh yes." Mack Black then took out a brand-new phone from the cabinet and gave it to him. "I bought a new one. Your phone was damaged in the accident.” He took a few seconds to say the next words, "I called Mom. She is coming back today."

"There are gentlemen here to see you." I didn't ask who. I already knew. "Send them up." They arrived like a funeral procession. Three men in black suits. No smiles. The one in front carried a leather folio with the Black Acquisitions logo embossed in silver—a serpent eating its own tail. "Elena Hart?" he asked, though he already knew. "That's me." "I'm Attorney Vance. I represent Mr. Black." He didn't offer his hand. "I'm here to discuss the terms of your father's debt."

“They think I will sit here in the dark while they take everything from me. But if I am going to burn, I will burn the entire mountain down with me.” He reached deep inside the hidden lining of his ripped boot. His fingers touched something small and plastic. It was a secret, high-grade satellite cell phone, one that did not connect to the academy's central network. It was a private communication tool that his aunt, Cassandra Vance, had given him weeks ago for emergencies. Cassian turned the phone on. The bright blue screen lit up his pale, bruised face. He did not call his aunt Cassandra, and he did not call his friends at the school. He dialed a long, ancient security number that regular w

But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way. After observing her target , Elizabeth begins to dance on the rooftop while listening to the music in her mp3 player. In that moment, her phone rings and she casually checks who the caller is ; after seeing the caller's ID , she ignores the call and keeps dancing merrily like a teenage girl. Seconds later, her phone rings again but she still ignores the call yet the phone continues to ring. After being fed up by the call, Elizabeth finally answers the call. Black Ace " Hello. Who's on the line?

he said with a small smile on his face that immediately faded once he saw my facial expression. "No I meant, I wanted to offer you a job, now that I heard you've been fired it's just right timing" he blurted out quickly and nervously , playing with the end of his blazer, boring holed into the side walk. His hand went into his blazer and he pulled out a white card, handing it over to me and I hesitantly took it. My eyes fell on the words "BLACK EMPIRE" written boldly in gold cursive.