Vance Black Phone Novels & Stories

I didn’t trust myself to look back. She pulled me around the corner and into the narrow space between two news vans where the cameras couldn’t reach us. Rain had started coming down, thin and cold, and I hadn’t noticed until it was soaking through my jacket. “You have to leave,” Bianca said. Low and urgent, her eyes darting toward the building. “No.” I pulled my arm free. “There has to be something we can do. We’re not just going to let Dad go to jail for something he didn’t do—”

I asked. Vance opened his mouth to say something, but it snapped shut immediately. He fished out his phone, and as it lit up his face, I took in his facial features a lot more closely. He had dark eyes, so dark the light didn't reflect as much as it should have. "What the fuck?" he cursed under his breath, finally looking up at me like I'm a foreign object he wants to study. "How are you—" "What's so surprising about me and my mom?" I asked, getting irritated.

And they would not stop until everyone around them was burned down to the ground. The dark office was very quiet. The only sound was the low hum of the air conditioner on the wall. Evander held his black phone very tight in his hand. His thumb pressed the green call button. He put the phone to his ear and waited. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. "Come on, pick up," Evander whispered through his teeth, his eyes wide and wild. On the other end of the line, a heavy, tired grunt finally answered. "Yeah? What do you want now, Mr. Vance?" the private helper asked. His voice sounded like he had just woken up from a deep sleep. "It is still early. Did you forget what I told you last night? You are

The raw, possessive authority radiating from Vance was overwhelming, but beneath the fear was a dark, magnetic pull that bound Kaelen to Vance’s will. "How?" Kaelen whispered, his voice steady despite the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath the silk robe. "How do you want to test me, Vance?" A slow, ruthless curve touched Vance’s lips, a predator accepting a challenge. Vance stepped back slightly, reaching into the inner drawer of his mahogany desk. He pulled out a sleek, obsidian-black satellite phone, an un-trackable, encrypted device linked directly to Arthur Sterling’s private legal cell. Vance set the phone down on the center of the desk between them, its glass screen dark and moti

POV: Alexander Vance My phone buzzed on the mahogany nightstand at precisely 4:15 AM. I was already awake, seated at the polished glass desk in the corner of my private study, reviewing the preliminary market impact reports for our morning press release. The glow from my triple-monitor setup cast sharp, pale blue shadows across the floorboards. I picked up the encrypted satellite phone without taking my eyes off the real-time stock ticker, seeing Arthur Pendelton’s name flashing across the high-resolution caller ID.

I replied. The smile disappeared from Mr. Vance’s face as he paled. He set the pen down on his desk and leaned forward, his voice suddenly dropping to a harsh whisper. “Do you have any idea whose wife you are, young lady?” he asked, glancing around the office. “Christian Blackthorne owns half of this city. If he finds out I prepared divorce papers for you, I could lose my license, my firm, and my reputation. I could disappear entirely for even thinking about it.”

Leo sensed something was amiss and shut his mouth, turning to look at Frost. "Hold a press conference for this evening and invite all major news channels. Also, because of your foolish words, I am deducting your bonus for this month" Having said that, he waved him away, and Vinca took the opportunity to slide out unnoticed, only for her to be called back. ***** Bernice smashed her phone on the floor breaking it. She was on the verge of losing it. The person she had paid to spy for her just called to inform her that the boss was having a press conference that evening to officially announce his engagement with Vinca.

One bar of service had crept back onto the display. A text message flashed from the unknown number. *Vance knows about the cave-in. She knows the mercenaries are dead. She is calling in the local air grid. They are tracking the satellite signal from your phone right now. Before I could press the power button, the phone started to ring. The screen showed Vance’s private office number. I looked at Dominic. He nodded once, his face grim in the blue light. I swiped the screen and put the phone to my ear. I didn't say anything.

And even from where she knelt, even over the road noise, Zariah heard the tinny answer come through the phone. Vance is gone. He walked off the compound forty minutes ago, took a car, and dropped his phone in a trash can on Ponce. He knows, Malik. Somehow, he knows that we know. And boss, A pause. A breath, on the line, that I would hear in my nightmares. he pulled the campus detail. Zariah's protection roster for tomorrow. The library study group. He's the one who signs it, and an hour ago he signed every man off it. She's got no one on her tomorrow. He made sure of it before he ran.

Aiden looks up at the retreating tail lights of the black van, his face twisting into something primal and lethal. He pulls out his phone and hits a single speed-dial button. "Vivian Sumall," Aiden says, his voice like a death sentence as his gaze follows the van. "Watch her every step, bring me good reports, no mistakes!”