Alphabet Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

Unfolding it, I saw a loopy handwriting: “Sorry I had to rush off, Arabella. I really hope we can talk again soon. Call me anytime: 555-***-9921.” ___ ********************************>>>>>>>>>>>>TBC..💕

I dial the number that I got from the Tech Team and when someone answers I ask for Alpha Christer. “Who’s calling?” “Alpha Quirin.” “One moment please,” the person says, and I wait. While I wait, I wink at my daughters whose attention is completely focused on me. “This is Alpha Christer.” “Alpha Christer, my name is Alpha Quirin.”

“Dinner would be nice too, but I have some great news to tell you. See ya in a little while. Damn, her voice sounded wonderful. It was five minutes till closing, but Alex started turning off the lights. When the phone rang, he thought it was Rachel calling back. “Couldn’t wait ten minutes?” he joked, but the female voice wasn’t Rachel’s. “Postmaster Bentley?” Alex cleared the embarrassment from his throat. “Yes, this is Alex Bentley, can I help you?” “Please hold for the Postmaster General.”

Not that this is a lovers’ quarrel or a novel but I had to try. Alice! That was the lady Abigail was speaking to on the phone the day she bumped into mom back at Charlotte. “Dad, do you know who Alice is?” “Yes, she’s been Abigail’s friend since high school.” “Did you call her?” “She’s the only one who won’t take my calls.” “Because she knows where Abigail is.” I took out my phone. “Share her number, I’ll call her.” “Okay.” Dad reached for his phone and gave me Alice’s number.

“What? How?” “The male I spoke with said they received a call if you were already on the list. It’s a usual occurrence: Alpha males calling to check who’s on the current list. So when they said you were not on the list, the caller specifically asked if they could be notified if you appeared on it. I kept asking the name, but apparently, he promised not to divulge, so I had no idea who called them.” “It might be Joshua...” “Could be. Or Alice.”

It’s a small price to pay in exchange for my dignity. I turn it on, the screen glowing as it boots up. It’s a lot fancier than the phone that met the floor of the Norbury packhouse- the latest model with all the bells and whistles. As I scroll through the pre-loaded apps, I realize that there’s already a contact programmed in. Chase.

Chapter 7. Did it hurt? When you crawled out of hell? After two painful minutes, finally the phone started vibrating again and Zivah exhaled with gratitude. “Now pick it up!” I didn’t have to be told twice. I swiped to pick up the call. “Hello.” Alex exhaled from the other side. “Finally. I thought something happened. Where were you?” his tone sounded worried. “Somewhere I could avoid you, clearly it didn’t work.”

It was just that simple, and that complicated. At 5:45 AM, my phone lit up the room. I jumped and grabbed it before it could wake Drake. Thankfully, I was still awake. Otherwise, I would've missed it. Restricted number. I answered. Kha's voice came through, thin and strained. "Eve."

Alpha Max yelled as he was startled by the loud ring of the telephone that sat on the table. "Who the hell is this?" Alpha Max yelled as he looked at the telephone, wondering who had the guts to startle him when it was just a telephone. He picked it up, reluctantly. "Max Thompson on the line, the Alpha of Silvermoon pack, how many I help you?" He grumbly said into the phone. "When will I get feedback of my son?" Alpha Clark of Spring Moon pack yelled into the phone angrily.

It sounds too good to be true, a clean deal and yet, I can feel something pressing down on me. Before I can say anything else, a phone rings. Anderson’s brow furrows as he picked it up. For a second, I thought it might be Ace. The thought alone made my chest tighten. But when he glanced at the screen, his expression changes. “It’s August’s nanny,” he says, answering immediately. The phone is on speaker. “Good evening Alpha. Are you Anderson ? Boss? Your name is saved this way on the phone.” “Yes. But please who am I on to? This is Alice's phone right?”