9-1-1: Lone Star Fall From Grace Novels & Stories

You are banished. Me:(laughing) You act like that's a punishment? One, Adam stopped being my mate when you forced him to reject me. Two, I am glad I have no place in that pack anymore. Three, you can't banish me. You are not my Alpha. I am Luna of the pack I am in now. I'm just fine where I am. Tell my mom I will let her know what my new number is. This phone is being destroyed. Damien: Alpha Dakari, this is Alpha Damien Riggs. I will inform the council of this phone call. You will not continue this assault on my Luna. I will end you and anyone else you send, you fucking coward!

I took my phone and tried to make a call, but someone grabbed and broke it. @DeathWish All Right Reserved 2021 Sena Mangampo

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

"I can't take it anymore! Jake and Carla—those two maniacs—they just won't leave me alone!" Puzzled, I asked what had happened. Hannah told me that ever since I left, Jake had gone completely unhinged. He was living alone in the place we had shared before, refusing to eat or leave the house. Neighbors, worried, finally saw him collapse on the balcony and called 911 in a panic. After the paramedics arrived and tried to contact his family, they discovered his phone only had my now-defunct number saved. Unable to reach me, 911 contacted the police, who in turn found Hannah.

"Trevor, do me a favor and call nine-one-one and put them on speaker phone." My hands shake as I do as she's asked. I glance over seeing Renegade and Whitney both white with shock. I count the loud thuds Blaze makes as she slaps Stella on the back. When nine-one-one picks up, I hear Blaze talking but I have no idea what she's saying. If someone asked me later on what was said, I would never be able to repeat one word from the conversation. "Hang up the phone, Trev, they're on their way." She's still thumping her back, and I'm praying with everything I have to hear her cry - if she cries that means she can breathe. After what feels like an eternity, Stella violently expels a mouthful of formu

Montilla’s sneer was full of bravado, but he didn’t actually look convinced. One-Mile picked up the thick lead pipe he’d found in the garage and thumped it against his palm. “Say nighty-night.” Then he swung and hit the asshole on the back of his head with just enough force to knock him temporarily unconscious. He drained the tub, carted the battery away, extracted the burner phone he’d procured earlier, and dialed the only number he had pre-programmed. “St. Louis Police Department, Narcotics Division.” “Do you know who Emilo Montilla is?”

"Me too! I will call either way and see. I'm not paying on the data if he runs it up. I should've had a pass code. I'm an idiot." ************************************** The station was a bust. Camera's in the alley were blurry, and the man did vanish on them, but they dismissed it as a glitch. They contacted Scenic Sanctuary for lobby footage tp try to ID. They asked me if I had a concussion from impact on the ground, or if I needed medical assistance. They told me they will be looking into the man and hopefully would have him identified and off the streets soon. I can only hope. For now though, I buy a nice train souvenir for Ore and we leave to find somewhere to sleep for the night.

We stood up to leave. As we reached the door, my phone buzzed. I looked down. It was a text from Victor. One line. I just found out something. We need to talk again. Alone. Tonight. My stomach twisted. I showed the screen to Ethan. His face went pale. “What the hell does that mean?” he whispered. I stared at the message, heart hammering. “I don’t know,” I said, voice shaking. “But it doesn’t sound good.” (Word count: 1500)

LUCAS . "It's now or never" I whispered inwardly to myself, slipped my useless dead phone into my pant's pocket, as I took one last deep breath, and knocked on the door with my racing heart, but when no one replied and it remained dead silent, I decided to open the door, but immediately I as much took a step inside, I saw....him, a guy, he was staring at the outside window, and his back was facing me, so I couldn't see his face, but all I knew was that he had this tall somewhat...sexy figure, he was taller than me, that's for sure, and it immediately got my damn perverted mind thinking, but I immediately snapped myself out of it, and decided to act normal

Anything related to me would instantly shatter her rationality, leaving her unreasonable and impossible to talk to. Patrick raised his voice, his tone sharp and commanding. "Grace, I'm officially notifying you. You need to come down to the Criminal Investigation Unit to assist in the investigation for Case 318." On the evidence table, my belongings were neatly laid out. There were my clothes, my hat, and a small, faded, worn-out puppy keychain.