Novel & Cerita Alphabet Pick Up Line

I bit down a scream. I pulled out my phone with shaking fingers, dialing the only person who’d always answered. Elizabeth. One ring. Two. Five. Voicemail. “Pick up, please,” I whispered, redialing. Nothing. A wave of dread washed over me. Something was wrong. She always picked up. I had no choice. My thumb hovered over another name before I hit it. Alpha Ellison. The line rang longer this time, and every second was like ice crawling down my spine.

" No dad , that's definitely not compensation " His mum clapped . " Isn't this nice ? Making up as soon as you break up ". She held out their cups of chocolate to them. " Speaking of break ups, Reno and Alex are official now. Olivia told me that Reno actually agreed easier than they had anticipated. According to her , Reno said , Marrying Herrera junior will make me Alpha so why not ? ", His mum added . Olivia was Reno's mother , the female Alpha of Fortnight . Their mothers had been college roommates and best friends , still were .

After Alice came out of the women's clothing store, she was not in the mood to go elsewhere. “Mrs Clinton, aren't you shopping anymore?” The driver accompanied her and asked respectfully. Alice shook her head. What an unlucky day to run into Judy and Gaston. Now she was disgusted by the two and those shop assistants, and she had no appetite at all. At this time, her phone rang. She picked it up and saw it was from Enzo. She had just saved Enzo's mobile phone number in her address book, and the caller ID was his name. “Hello.” Alice spoke up.

ALTHEA. I wanted to call Lucy. As soon as I got to the room, I closed the door and grabbed the receiver to dial the Mystic Pack phone number. Lucy gave me her office number, but no one was picking up there. It was only a quarter past seven, and she might be asleep. But I had to try. I waited some more, as I was sure her phone line would automatically transfer to Alpha Adan’s office if she didn’t pick up. “Alpha Stone,” the man said from the other line. And from the grumpiness in his voice, I was sure he didn’t appreciate someone calling him too early.

Yet, it’s always better than pretension. “Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.” – Alora was murmuring when still, the other line won’t. The ringing was all its doing. Until the “beep” she was waiting for sounded. Alora almost fell from her seat when a deep, throaty and utterly familiar voice said hello on the other end of the call. “H….Hi.” – she ran out of words to say. She couldn’t believe it. No, not at all.

I figured the first place to start was to call Moonlight College for some clarification. "Hello, this is campus admissions, Moonlight College. How can I help you?" A woman with a chipper voice said. "Hello, my name is Juliana Anderson. I received my letter of acceptance today." "Congratulations!" the admissions administrative assistant said. "Do you have a question about student orientation?" "Thank you, but I'm calling to ensure my acceptance is in the system." I heard some fast typing. Then, a stop. "Hmm. What did you say your name was?"

Alex P.O.V. We’re on our way to Isabella’s pack, when my phone goes off. The number is unfamiliar, and even though I don’t usually pick up calls that are blocked, something tells me to pick this up. “Hello?” “Alpha Alex? This is Beta Dale, I have tried to get a hold of you for the past four hours.”

I snapped my head towards it and contemplated if I should pick it up or not. I usually don´t. The Pack business was something I didn´t bother to meddle with but for some reason, my inner self was urging me to pick it up. "Blue Meadow´s Pack, this is Alia. How may I help you?" I just found myself picking up the phone and putting on a jolly voice. Silence. My brow arched up. Why the person on the other line wasn´t answering? I checked the phone line and screen if it was connected. "Hello?"

“Aaron, Alpha Zachariah.” “This is a surprise. What can I do for you?” “Can you hold the line? I have to add two more Alpha’s to this call?” “Certainly.” I press the conference button and then tap in the next number. “Alpha Damien here.” “Damien, Alpha Zachariah.” “What can I do for you, Alpha?” “Can you hold the line I have one more to add?” “Of course.” Again, I press the conference button and then tap in the final number. This one takes a little longer to answer and when she does, she seems out of breath.