Vance Hopper Black Phone Novels & Stories

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!”

Creed was paraded around as my fake step-father while quietly holding me captive through an intense mate bond, my own mother treated me like a useless, cheap nuisance, and I was caught right in the crosshairs of a deadly political war. To make matters infinitely worse, the burner phone inside my coat pocket started vibrating violently against my ribs once again. I pulled the cheap device out and glared at the screen. Elder Vance was practically blasting my private line, calling back-to-back with relentless, suffocating persistence. The old snake wanted his five-hundred-thousand-dollar contract completed. He wanted Creed’s head on a silver platter, and he was clearly growing impatient with my

Nothing. Then he heard it—the rhythmic, low hum of a secure satellite phone vibrating against the glass coffee table in the study. Arthur’s chest tightened. That phone belonged to a closed network. It was an emergency frequency known only to three people: himself, Vivian, and Director Vance of Interpol’s black-ops division.

Emma Hart did not sleep well. Not because she was thinking about Nicholas Vance sleeping in his car outside her building—although she was definitely thinking about that, and definitely not because she cared. She didn’t care. She absolutely did not care that the Vice Chairman of Vance Corporation, a man worth approximately three point eight billion dollars, had spent the night in the back seat of his own Mercedes like a reckless teenager after a fight. She didn’t care at all. Which was why she had checked the security camera feed on her phone four times between midnight and 5:45 AM.

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?

' 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.