A Higher Call Movie Novels & Stories

That way, I—” The shrill sound of a phone shattered her words. Zaira's wolf ears twitched at the sound. The glow of the screen lit her eyes before she raised the phone to her ear with steady hands. “Hello…” The words carried through the phone set a light in Zaira’s wolf eyes. She rose tall and answered without pause: "Alright, no problem, I will bring Cassandra with me!" The moment the call ended, Zaira turned sharply to Cassandra. Her voice carried the thrill of a pack leader announcing victory: "Cassandra, the assistant to director Berkeley of Hollywood just called. You're becoming the lead actress in Viper's Calls 4.”

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.

Namretha looked up from her homework and raised her eyebrows in question. “Have something to tell me, Callie?” she asked. “Nope, nothing.” She took a delicate bite of her samosa, long brown fingers curled like a question mark. Her amber eyes danced, laughing inwardly. “No secrets stay secret from me for long,” she smiled. Retha tilted her head daintily, scanning the crowd in play. “I have my sources. The only question is, which ones should I ask?” “I don't think the Indian crowd would know,” I teased.

"I'm assuming you're not the chef." "God, no. I’m the man who makes sure the King looks like a King," he said, reaching out to flick a stray hair from my shoulder with a gloved hand. "And apparently, I’m the man who has to turn you into a Goddess of War in the next three hours. He called me at 4:00 AM, sounding... different. Now I see why." He leaned in closer, his perfume smelling of expensive oud and secrets. "I'm Flyn. Put that spatula down, honey. We have a mansion to infiltrate and a legacy to incinerate. If we’re going to announce your 'extinction' to the Hudsons, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an apron."

Dante said as he picked up the call and walked out. I looked around to see people—some making out, some dancing, some drinking. A blonde guy seated at the edge of the bar winked at me as he raised his drink. I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Men…” I stood up, adjusting my silver shirt gown, trying to navigate my way to the toilet when I crashed into a body. Not just any body—a hard one. “I’m—” I started, looking up at him, interrupted by his beauty. They say no one is perfect, but the features of this man changed that saying.

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

Felicia I was just a couple of hours into reviewing my research notes when my phone rang. Without looking up, I ignored it. My eyes remained fixed on the interaction chart on my computer screen while I highlighted several observations in a notebook. A few seconds later, the phone rang again. This time I sighed and reached for it. The moment I saw the caller ID, I sat up straighter. Nora. The realtor. I immediately swiped across the screen. "Hello, Nora."

She turned away from the crowd, answering in a low voice. “I told you not to call me for another two days!” The caller stammered on the other end. “I… I made a mistake.” Bethany’s eyes widened. “What? Tell me you didn’t. If you did, I’m in serious trouble!” The voice on the other end confirmed her fears. “Yes… I did.” " Shit"

I muttered. His pen but his head still bent over the page. “What was that?” He asked. “I said look at me,” I repeated, louder. He set his pen down and raised his eyes to meet mine. It was blank, leaving no room for any expression to escape. “Is something the matter, Miss Monroe?” “Am I so disgusting that you refuse to look at me?” “I’m not sure I understand you, Miss Monroe—” “Stop fucking calling me that!” I snapped. “My name is Sussay.

he smirked amid everyone's surprise. "Process their payment" with a stern command, he handed back the card to Cynthia, who immediately obeyed without question. Silence descended over the place as everyone waited for the payment to be completed, which did not take long. Cynthia and Celine were surprised to learn that the payment was successful. It took them a moment to recover as they stared at the approval receipt. Everyone could not believe what had happened. Hushed mutterings followed when they realized its implication. Ivan, Celine, and Cynthia turned to Kamilla, apparently judging her for possessing such luxury. How is it possible? Kamilla is an orphan, and they doubt she can get a black