Vance Hopper Black Phone Novels & Stories

"Vance? What's the... what time is it?" "The script didn't hold," Liam said, his voice dropping into a desperate, aristocratic panic as he held out the phone screen. "Your career just hit the boards. Marcus leaked the penthouse security footage."

Zion frowned. "What have you done? I feel disgusted to even talk about it." Mr. Black rubbed his face before speaking, "You tried to rap a girl. I feel so ashamed. How can you forget with your IQ of 150+ that you have a wife? How can you be so low?" With that the colours on his face faded. That bitch made a complaint against him. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. "Mom, give me Hannah's phone number." They heard him saying.

“Vance.” He finally spoke. “That is possible.” Before she could respond, her phone vibrated. She looked down. Unknown number. She opened the message. Her face changed. Vance immediately noticed. “What?” She turned the phone toward him. STOP DIGGING. Vance’s jaw tightened. “Give me the phone.” Another message appeared. YOU DON’T KNOW WHO YOU’RE PLAYING WITH. Clara stared at the screen. Then another message arrived. TELL VANCE TO STOP. Vance’s eyes went cold.

I would ruin her so thoroughly that even a man like Blackwood wouldn't want the wreckage. I reached for my personal phone. I bypassed Naomi’s office. She would tell me to be patient. She would tell me to think of the brand. I didn't want to think. I wanted to strike. I scrolled through the list until I found the name: Vance. The phone rang twice. "Adrian? I didn't expect a call until the Blackwood acquisition was finalized." "The acquisition is secondary," I said. My voice was steady now, focused by a singular purpose. "I have something better for you. A headline that will sell more papers than a corporate takeover."

Vincent gave no replies, rather he reached for his pockets and pulled out a smartphone which he handed over to Grace. Grace raised her eyebrows looking from him to the black smartphone that rested on his palms, She was confused but decided to take the phone anyways, She examined the phone while glancing at Vincent who just stared at her. “What is this for?”. Grace asked still confused as to why a black phone was being handed to her. Her question was answered when the phone lit up ringing, She looked at the caller and gasped as everything was slowly making sense to her. Mr Leonard Black

I can't sit here crying over a man who put his hands on me. "Harper?" I say, my mind shifting gears rapidly. "Yeah?" "Is... is Marcus home?" I ask, keeping my tone as casual as possible. "Hold on," Harper says. I hear the muffled sound of her moving the phone away. "Babe! Can you check if Mr. Vance's SUV is in the driveway? The black one he uses every day?" A male voice answers in the background, followed by a pause. Then Harper comes back on the line.

Old habits didn't die; they just took naps. I followed him inside, the cool slate tile under my bare feet a sharp contrast to the sunlit porch. The satellite phone was spinning slowly on the desk, its tiny speaker emitting a harsh, mechanized pulse that matched the rhythm in my collarbone. Elias picked it up, flicked the speaker toggle, and held it between us. "Vance-Ross?" Elias demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "We had an agreement. It's completely dark." There was no sound of breath on the line. No burst of static from a Langley relay station. Instead, a voice came through that made the blood in my veins turn to liquid nitrogen.

“The password to unlock the phone is 6-6-6-6-6-6. Now unlock the phone and turn on my Instagram, then look for my direct message history with a person named ’Black Phantom’.” Charlotte followed Jebediah’s instructions and opened the chatbox between him and “Black Phantom”. Looking at the photo that “Black Phantom” sent Jebediah, her hands trembled with excitement as she murmured, “Poopoo... It’s Poopoo...” Zachary, who had been looking as cold as an iceberg before this, approached Charlotte in a few long strides. When looking at this photo, a hint of warmth appeared in his glacial eyes that had always been covered in snow all year round.

I used that opportunity to run some errands. After writing a note to him, telling him that I would be away for a moment, I went to find the nearest payphone. It didn’t take long for the call to connect. “Hello?” “Hello, this is Jade Black calling.” “Wait,” the voice disappeared, and I could hear people talking in the distance. “Hello, Jade,” a familiar voice said. “I hope you have some good news for us.” “Hey, boss,” I replied. “As a matter of fact, I do. Remember Derrick Whitney?”

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.