Better Call Saul Novels & Stories

“Miss Cruise, please get my daddy here.” Emma nodded when she heard this. This could only be settled by Nathan Langley. She took out her phone to call him. However, Saul strode over to her and snatched the phone when he saw her trying to make a call. “What are you doing?” Emma was shocked and exclaimed angrily. Saul said nothing as he smashed the phone to the ground. He sniggered. “How dare you call for help in front of me? I don’t care who their parents are. My son has to punch that bastard back!”

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.

A jagged, brutal scar ran from his temple down to his jaw—a white, puckered ravine of ruined flesh that marred the perfection I had memorized in the portraits. "G-giddeon..." The name was a sacrilege, a sob caught in my throat. "Giddeon Hudson. You’re... you’re supposed to be dead. The crash... the funeral... I stood at your memorial." He let out a short, dry scoff that sounded like grinding stones. "Giddeon Hudson died in that fire, betrayed by the very blood that was supposed to protect him," he said, the scar on his face twitching. "Maxwell Romanov is the man who crawled out of the wreckage. Giddeon was a fool who loved a faithless wife and a greedy son. Maxwell is the man who waited year

Uncle Su: bows "Young Master, Madam sneaked out that day. I asked the maids, she didn’t go with them. I think she went with her secret bodyguards." Me: "I was just on the phone with her. I heard her scream, then the call cut out." Uncle Su: he raised his head up to look at me "You heard her scream?" He rushed to the family phone, dialed her number. The call kept disconnecting. He tried his own phone, same thing. "Young Master, it keeps disconnecting."

So go ahead" her voice stood out a little more "Do what you've been told. It's what you're best at isn't it? Taking orders and executing them faithfully like a servant. And that's what you'll ever be- a forsaken errand dog" she spat at him mockingly "Grrrr!" Wayne grunted and took hold of Carol's neck. He ran with her in light's speed.

Saul went to the parking spot and was about to get into the car, but Archibald said dryly, “This is a family affair, Saul. You should stay away from this point on.” Saul responded with a smile, “Anything that concerns you is my business, Mr. Archibald.” The old man shot him a glance. “I don’t intend to drag anyone else into my family affair and create unnecessary trouble.” Saul dropped the matter and watched as six limousines drove out of his sight. He waited until all the cars were out of the villa before pulling out his phone, changing the SIM card, and making a call.

"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.

The call kept coming, keeping me here. “Maybe I can help?” I speak before thinking it through. I clear my throat as all the attention is now on me, “The call has been telling me to stay, to follow you. Maybe I am meant to help.” “We have been unable to locate the rogues, he cannot seem to capture any alive either. The rogue we captured last night bit off its tongue before we could get him into the cells for questioning.” Alec says to Cain with a shrug of his shoulder. “I will try!” I say louder than I intended.

Saul called out, his voice sharp and commanding. "These things have you cornered. We’re ending this now." "They aren't things!" I fought the urge to cough, stepping to the edge of the railing. "Saul, call them off! You’re committing murder!" Saul didn't listen. He began to climb, his movements calculated. "You're under the influence of a concentrated pheromone, Eloise. It’s a biological defense. We're clearing the site and taking you to a recovery facility." He never reached the top step.

He called softly. "What are you doing here?" She asked tersely, folding her arms under her chest. "I've been trying to reach you but my calls keep going to voicemail. I went over to your place but when I couldn't find you...well, I figured that you’d be here…so...here I'm" He finished a bit awkwardly, flashing her one of his breathtaking smiles but her face remained hard and unsmiling. When he noticed that she wasn't the least impressed and was still obviously mad at him, he began to sweat and fret. "...huh... Sarah... I..." He stuttered. “I…really want to apologize about yesterday. I am sorry about what you saw but I know that we can still fix things and make it work… I give you my word tha