Vance Black Phone Novels & Stories

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."

Alex said, walking behind me as we exited the gym. I panted, sweat dripping down my face.. “It's just the gym, Alex” Suddenly her phone began to ring. I turned to look at her, my brow furrowed. “It's him isn't it?” Alex nodded, picking up the call. “Hello, cuz?” “Where's Vanessa?” He barked through the phone. “Give me that” I whispered, taking the phone away from her. “Hello Damien it's okay I will be home in a few minutes”

To me they all pretty much look the same but my eyes keep drifting to a pale blue one beside William. “Which one do you have? I ask thinking that I could just pick the same so he could help get it set up right before tonight. William reaches into his pocket pulling out a black phone with a clear case on it. He seems to think that I will know which type that is just by looking. “It’s an older model but it is similar to this one.” He gestures to the phone next to the blue one. “But it comes in other colours.” He continued “Is that blue one similar? I don’t really care about the details but the colour is pretty.” I hope that it is otherwise I will have to pick a different one but that is the on

"But like I said, I wanted to." I look back at him, and the sincerity in his eyes nearly undoes me. Damn him. Damn him for making this so complicated. Just when I think I've got my walls built high enough, he does something like this and cracks them all over again. Goddess help me. My phone pings in my purse, pulling me from my thoughts. I pull it out, giving a quick look at the screen, and my stomach sinks slightly when I see Vance's name. ‘Vance:’ Hey, I'm really sorry, but I have to head home. My stomach's getting worse. I don't think I can stay. I'm so sorry, Megan. I hope the rest of the night goes well.

"Love... and revenge. The two fastest ways to get a man killed." "That's my risk to take." Viper nodded. He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a black disposable cell phone. He tossed it toward Bastian. "There's only one number saved in there. Mine." Viper's expression turned completely serious. "Don't call unless it's more than grabbing a drink. You proved yourself tonight." "Thanks, Viper," Bastian said sincerely. "Good luck, Bastian. You're going to need it." The black van sped into the darkness, disappearing behind the curtain of pouring rain, leaving Bastian standing alone.

“This marriage front… it is starting to feel less like a front.” She smiled faintly. “Careful, Mr. Voss. You almost sound human.” I chuckled, but the words stuck with me. Vulnerability flickered again before I pushed it down. My phone lit up with a new alert. Julian Blackwood’s press conference had just begun. We watched together on my laptop. He stood at a podium, polished and venomous, claiming new evidence of financial manipulation in the Vance acquisition and hinting at “dangerous personal entanglements.” “He is adapting fast,” I muttered.

Not with the question that had been eating at me since I woke up. The yacht. The explosion. The fire. I poured myself a drink, taking a gulp as I got lost in my thoughts. My phone buzzed on the counter, and I didn’t need to check the name flashing across the screen. I’d been waiting for this call. “Vance,” A low, curt voice answered on the other end. My investigator. Quiet, costly, but worth it if he delivered. “What do you have for me?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.

Laurel said, reaching for her phone. ........... The rest of the day went by pretty fast. Logan and Eve were invited to an evening function and won't be back until later in the night so Vanessa got off work early. By 6 pm, She was already in her room. She took a long shower and then changed into a short pyjama dress. Vanessa proceeded to her nightstand, unplugged her iPhone from the charger and then turned it on. Just when her phone finished booting, an incoming call came through. She knew who it was before even taking a look at the caller ID.

Isabelle and my father. But then, the final piece of the nightmare arrived. The black Escalade pulled up. Silas Vance stepped out, radiating a dark energy. And behind him, like a body guard, was Vane. He stood by the door, his eyes scanning the street, completely oblivious to me hiding ten yards away. I pulled out my phone, my fingers shaking. I needed this. If I showed Cane a video of Nara sitting with the man who had burned their home, he would have to believe me.

She didn't know how to bite back. But the voice on the phone wasn't the gentle girl I left behind. It was an executioner. "Davis, look at the screen!" Valerie shrieked, pointing a trembling, diamond-encrusted finger at the corporate monitor on the wall. The red arrows were cascading downward like a bloody waterfall. The Vance Group stock ticker was flashing rapidly, bleeding numbers into the digital ether. VNCE: -12.4% VNCE: -18.9% VNCE: -25.2%