A Higher Call Movie Novels & Stories

Me: "Hey, babe, sorry had to make a call." Ann: "It's fine." She said , still giving me attitude Me: "I called my assistant. He'll be there shortly with two bodyguards. They'll bring your dinner." Ann: "But, baby, I'm not hungry." Me: "I know. Have you showered yet?" Ann: "No, not yet." Me: "Okay, go shower. I've already had mine. I'll stay on call and wait for you." Ann: "But I don't want to get up."

“No one should ever lay a hand on you like that. I’m sorry you’re going through this.” I felt tears rising again. “I don’t even know who you are. What’s your name?” A small, mysterious smile touched his lips. “You can call me Callboy for now.” I blinked. “Callboy?” He shrugged lightly. “It’s what you came looking for that night, isn’t it? Let’s keep it simple for now.” Despite everything, his answer made me almost smile. There was something strangely comforting about his calm presence. “Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked. “You don’t even know me.”

When the ambulance failed to arrive, I begged the passersby to call Ian. Ian refused to pick up my calls, but he picked up the call of the kind passerby right away. "Is this Mr. Langham? Your wife got into an accident downstairs…" "Is this another one of your tactics to reach me when I refuse to pick up your calls?" Ian did not believe the words of the passerby, and I could even hear Jewel's condescending laughter in the background.

I staggered my way amongst the growing crowd bumping into a touchy stranger who tried to grope me, but I shoved him hard to the side and continued forward until I reached the very entrance where I bumped into another man, but this time I didn't dare shove. He stood there, his 6 ft 4 height towering against the door frame as he leaned forward to enter. My head bumped on his hard chest and I gasped, not from the pain, but from the heat that emanated from him. The electricity that scratched my skin and made me stand in place. I was a solid 5ft 8 myself and I often intimated Carlos with my height whenever I wore high heels. But this guy whose grunts and words of apology sound like butterfly prod

"Hear that? I'm the person who matters most to Yves. If you kneel and beg me for forgiveness right now, I'll go easy on you." I frowned. Her arrogance was ridiculous. "You bully me and attack me, and then you want me to kneel? That's absurd." Her eyes flashed with violence. She raised her hand to strike, and I couldn't let her hit me. I struggled free, dodging her blow. Every instinct screamed to fight back, but my superiors' warnings—stay calm, don't start a scene—kept replaying in my head. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to breathe. Better to endure this than cause a scandal that would spiral out of control.

Nicole came closely, whispering in my ear, almost hard for me to hear as the loud music still thumps in my ear, "you know, if there's one person you would want to break all your rules to, it's Ezra Sommers, Demie! -- hot, mysterious, and I bet you won't regret it!" I sighed, thinking that she was talking nonsense, "yeah right, Nicole! I appreciate your concern, but that's never gonna happen! -- I mean, look at me?! look at all this!? there's no way in hell he would even notice me!" I said, gesturing my hand trying to prove my point. Seeing all these up-scale people, looking lavish, and high maintenance, compared to me in my white sneakers and crippled outfit that I've worn since breakfast, m

Chapter 102 Night. Isabella's room. Darkness lit only by phone screen. Glowing. Cold. Blue. Her phone vibrated. The call she'd been waiting for. Expecting. Needing. She grabbed it. Fast. Desperate. "Well?" Voice on the line. Nervous. Shaky. Scared. "It's done. But. There's a problem." Her blood went cold. "What problem?" "It wasn't Sienna. It was Landon Callahan. He got in the way."

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

Hungry for drama, the students surrounding them jumped in, cheering and heckling. Whitney's face darkened as she ground her teeth and snapped back, "Fine! If I do make it into the top ten, then you'll be the one running laps, shouting, 'I'm a bitch!'" Regina tossed her hair and scoffed. "Deal." … A week before the monthly exam, news spread that Simon had been in a car accident and was now in the ICU, still unconscious. When I heard about it, I was honestly taken aback.

He leaned in slowly to kiss me. If I hadn't found Sandy's pearl earring tucked in the love couch, I probably would've fallen for that look forever. His phone started ringing right before he reached me. He frowned, clearly annoyed at the interruption. Perfect. Now I didn't have to figure out how to dodge his kiss. "Damn it. I said I didn't want anyone bothering me tonight. Let's see who actually has the guts to ignore that!" But as soon as Ethan saw who was calling, his expression flipped. The name "My Little Pearl" flashed across the screen.