Finney Blake Black Phone の小説・ストーリー

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

"Damn. Remind me never to bet against you." I walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of fire. Somewhere out there, my father was freezing my accounts. Liam was probably comforting Riley. My heart still ached, but not that much. What I couldn’t see was—somewhere across the city, in a penthouse even taller than mine, a phone lit up with a notification. Black Card #0721 activated. A shadowed figure smiled. “Finally.”

Charlotte held a black phone in her hands, noticing it didn't even have a phone case. It appeared to be very clean and seemed like it was rarely used, fitting perfectly with Griffith's character. Not far away, Griffith was bent over, moving a potted plant. As he bent down, his black shirt tightly hugged his slim waist, accentuating his powerful yet smooth physique. Quickly averting her gaze, Charlotte placed her fingerprint on the phone screen, and it lit up. It was locked with a passcode.

“Rich Alphas always say they are preventing cages while they build prettier ones.” Dean nods once. “Sometimes.” That answer is too honest. Finn has no defense ready for it. Dean reaches slowly into his coat. Finn tenses at once, and Dean stops until Finn sees the small black phone in his hand. “Clean phone,” Dean says. “No account tied to Stone. No tracker active. Emergency numbers are already loaded. Mine. Rachel Moore’s. Dr. Amy Bishop’s clinic line. Everett’s number is there, too, but you do not have to use it.”

After speaking, Jebediah took his cell phone out of his pocket and threw it toward Charlotte from a distance. Thud! The black smartphone dropped on Charlotte’s feet. This mobile phone was high-end and sturdy. Although Jebediah flung it across the air, it was still intact. Charlotte picked up the cell phone as she listened to Jebediah’s cold voice. “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’.”

Blake settled in the chair next to Nicola and unbuttoned his suit coat. “Before we get started, Miss Rhymes, I would appreciate it very much if you would turn your cell phone off. I don't want any interruptions. I hate them, in fact.” “I do too… But I don't have a cell phone,” Nicola said. Blake arched a brow. “Excuse me? No cell phone? That’s a first. We live in the age of super technology and you don't have a cell phone.” “I mean, not anymore… I had one, but I lost it three weeks ago, during the move.”

she told Gary. Blake walked in, looking triumphant. "Forget the airport, Riley. I’ve secured a massive deal with a global cosmetics house. You’re our 'precious gem' again." Riley beamed, her ego restored. But Blake’s phone rang. His smile died. "Mr. Blair? Why are you pulling the funding?" Blake asked, his voice cracking. The caller was shouting so loud the whole room could hear: "That filthy video of you and Riley is viral! I won't have my brand associated with a pair of rutting betrayers!"

I cock my head at him, holding back my smile. "Sounds fitting." The corner of his lips twitch. We both turn our focus back to the laptop. I scoot closer to Blake, resting my cheek on his shoulder as he opens his conversation with Ashlyn. And right there. A huge list, a whole damn series of voice notes in between rejected calls. "I blocked her on my phone but I never blocked her on social media." He scrolls down and it's just message after message and missed call after missed call. "I'm surprised you haven't answered any of her calls," I tease, sympathetically patting his forearm. I freeze as I feel a long bulge seeming to pop from under his skin.

River Black River Black stared at her phone’s screen through tear filled eyes, the last text she’d received a watery haze. It wasn’t a surprise, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. And it couldn’t have come at a worse time. She fought the urge to hurl her phone into the ravine, and tucked it into the back pocket of her jeans and wiped her face.