Vance Black Phone Mga Nobela at Kwento

Veronica pick up her phone and decide to call Kyler, the phone rings on the other side for so long and nobody pick up She try his office desk phone and it rings twice before it is finally answered and Alex's voice came in "This is Black corporation...." "Is Kyler there?" Veronica cut him short "No ma'am, he has matters to take care of outside the company" he answered "What matters?" "That is confidential unless President Black want me to tell you" "It's fine I get it" she said and hang up the call. She thought quick and dialed another number, the call was picked on the first ring "Good evening Mrs. Black" an exhilarate voice greeted "Hi Emilia, is my husband in the office?"

"Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…" Suddenly black smoke emits from the words, a figure emanating from the black smoke. "I'm finally free, free from the clutches of the chronicles. It's time to claim the world once and for all and create a New Dawn under my rule." The voice chuckled. "What's happening?" I shuddered, the sinister aura cloaking the smoke. "The King of the Vampire has arrived."

But the images, along with how he behaves whenever I brought up the topic of Julia burned into my eyes and my head, louder than reason, sharper than trust. Before I could respond, my phone buzzed across the table. The sound sliced through the tension like a knife. I wiped my tears, glanced at the screen and froze. “Who is it?” Lenny asked cautiously. My stomach sank. “Vance.” Her brows knitted together instantly. “Don’t answer it. Remember what Zachary instructed.” Her last words were the reason I reached an immediate decision. My hand moved before my resolve could weaken. I swiped to accept the call and pressed it to my ear.

“I want to confirm something.” The driver nodded. “Yes, sir.” --- At that same moment, in a dark van parked near the highway lounge, two men were waiting. One of them checked his watch. “He should be here soon,” he said. The other man nodded. “Boss said we grab him fast. No mistakes.” They looked at the entrance of the lounge, waiting for a black luxury car to arrive. But the road stayed empty. --- Back in the rented room, Vance’s phone rang. He picked it up.

"Buy me time, Davis. One night. That’s all I—" "No. Don't call this number again. In fact, forget I ever existed." "If I go down, Davis, I’m taking your 'clean' reputation to the grave with me." "Try it," Davis hissed. "Dead women don't testify. Goodbye, Val." The line went dead. Valentina looked at the phone, then at the empty courtyard. Vance crouched behind a dumpster, his radio crackling with static. "Target in sight. Back exit on 4th," Vance whispered.

Click. Without waiting for a response or another round of curses from the furious man, Vivienne immediately ended the call. She tossed her phone back onto the desk with an indifferent motion, then rose to make herself a cup of hot tea, completely unconcerned about the storm of emotions she had just unleashed across the city. Meanwhile, in the living room of his luxurious apartment, Julian Vance stared at the phone screen that had suddenly gone dark, his eyes widening completely. His jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles around his cheeks bulged fiercely.

Hand outstretched, “I can put it in your phone?” I beamed at him, “Yeah, sure.” I don’t think I will find myself actually running to a guy about this Vance creep, but my god, he wants to share numbers! I handed him my cell, opened to the keypad page. He typed in some numbers and hit the ‘call’ button. The phone in his pocket started vibrating and he answered it.

"Her name is Scarlett Vance. Twenty-three years old. She's part of a group called the Phantom Circle. Two men, four women. They target rich men and women, get them into compromising situations, and blackmail them. You're not her first victim. They've done this before. After blackmailing a few people and collecting, they move to a different city. They seem to have set their eyes on you specifically. Took advantage of the opportunity when you showed up at that club." I stared at the screen. Scarlett Vance. Twenty-three, Part of a blackmail ring. "Do you have a location?" He tapped a few keys. "There's an apartment complex on the east side. I can't guarantee they're still there, but it's the la

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.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.