Call A Spade A Spade Novels & Stories

Beggar “71..higher, 72…73...” Ever heard the saying you can take a horse to the water but you can't make it drink? Spade doesn't believe in that saying. I know because he told me over and over and over again. Whenever I'm tired, he pushes. When I can do no more, he forces. Spade believes I'm only a human and if he's there he can sure as fuck make me do it. “81, 82, keep those abs tight we ain't leaving until it's done, 83.”

Aryan said to the other person before he hung up the call. “Now will you explain or do I have to dig out the call recording in machine language?” Sid said as Aryan laughed. He was such a curious cat. “There are no call recordings ever in machine language, “Aryan said in his defense as Sid crossed his arms in front of his chest, he was such a kid sometimes. “Explain,” Sid demanded. “Well there’s this guy who can arrange a priest and a father, we can bury these two and give them the respect they deserve,” Aryan said as Sid nodded.

A jack of spades. “Jack of all spades,” Adrea quipped, and the corners of Moreau’s lips twitched. Moya smiled at that. It was her turn to play. She thought about it for a moment and then laid down a rather minimal bet. Just to see if Moya would fold. He did not fold. He called. Interesting. He was willing to put in a few chips for whatever he had.

Valentine Spade was no one’s unfinished business. And the next time someone said her name like a claim, she would answer like a warning.

he spat. 🔸🔸🔸

I flailed to search for my phone until my hand closed over it. I sat up abruptly and answered the call. “Spade?”

"Give me a chance to expla-" "Sorry," Blake Turner's cold voice reverberated in the hall. "Starting from today, The Spades is an enemy of The Devils. And as the leader of The Devils, I won't tolerate my enemy standing in front of me so fearlessly." "Mr Turner, do you even know who you are trying to stand against?" Mr Calypso growled, clenching his fists, unable to stand the disrespect.

Or what if Marlie takes it the wrong way? But no matter what, they will strive forward. They will do their best against those vicious people. They will make sure good prevails over evil. Spark slipped his hands into his pockets, took out his phone, and made a call. A feminine voice emanated from the phone, greeting him with a friendly "hello." "It is now time for you to come out from hiding," Spark declared before promptly ending the call. The phrase "time to come out" held a specific meaning, indicating that the conversation had been with the blogger in question.

It bellowed in front of me in white mist, vanishing as it unfurled in the air. “I found my mate,” I admitted to Spade. He stilled before letting out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Mate? Goddamn, Heart.” He didn’t bother hiding the laughter in his voice. I glared at him, hoping I could shoot a dagger with my eyes and kill him right where he stood for making fun of me. “Oh…” his mouth formed the shape of an o. “You’re serious. Fuck…” He faced the burning ball gown, the dancing orange glow of the fire reflected in his eyes. “Thats-”

" Spencer says. "Dude, shut up," I said while drilling my fist in his shoulder. "Ouch, man, that hurts you asshole," he says out. "Mom, Spencer just called me an A word," I said. "Don't call your brother an A word, okay" she shouts up from the bottom of the stairs. "Also, dear, please wear something nice, okay," she says. We both grunt out, and "Yes, mother dear," Spence and I did. "Dude, I am happy you got to shift, and finally, you're going to meet your wolf tonight," Spencer says.