Call Chica Novels & Stories

On the way, Chelsa received a call. She takes out her phone to see an unknown number calling her. She takes a place near the lift and waits for it. Picking up the call she answered, “Hello?”. “Good day miss Chelsa,” a cheerful voice said through the call. “Who?” she raised suspicion as she doesn’t recognize that voice. “I don’t know you. Who are you? And why are you calling me?”. “Cause I need a favor from you. Can you do a tiny weeny task for some thousand dollars?”.

Or meat and yet he wasn't vegan. "Okay,"I said quietly,"and you can call me Elen or Eleanor whichever you like" "Sure Mrs- I mean Elen. You can have anything you like in there, Chica won't mind at all" "Chica? Who's Chica?" "She's the cook. Cooks every meal in the house" "It's a good thing I'm here then. Chica doesn't have to tolerate his highness' tantrums anymore,"I joked and for the first time I heard Martin laugh.

~Freaky J🤽👅🤴🌹 That's because I'm crazy 🥴🌹 ~Chelly ❤️💞 I totally believe that 😂 ~Freaky J🤽👅🤴🌹 Crazy about you🙃🥴😩❣️ ~Chelly❤️💞 I........ ~Freaky J🤽👅🤴🌹 You what? ~Chelly❤️💞 Gotta eat,byeee👋,don't miss me too much 😉😂

Chad was unconscious but the doctors had assured me he wasn't in a critical condition. I sighed in relief when I got connected to Rebecca. I took a deep breath in and exhaled with closed eyes, knowing what to expect from her. I was back to the receptionist and had taken my sitting position on the stool. "Who's this and how do you have my phone number?!" She snapped into the phone. What a way to talk to an unknown contact. I pressed my phone tight in my hand, hoping to avoid having to release my anger on her. "Its me, Nikki, Chad's secretary?" I didn't know how else to refer to myself.

It was tiny and damp, with mildew staining the corners of the wall. Jill wrinkled her nose the moment she stepped inside. She tossed her bag onto the bed and sat down in a huff. Chayce sat on the other bed, pulled out his phone, and opened his chat window with Celia. A bright red exclamation mark stared back at him. His message had been sent, but it failed to deliver to the other party. He tried calling instead, but a mechanical female voice sounded. "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

(Sweet girl) "I must say, Charlotte, you have such a beautiful friend, by the way, I am Lada Sechin, you can call me Lada, Charlotte told me about you Liliana, you're such a pretty girl." Lily uncomfortably moved on her feet when the woman caressed her cheek. "Thank you Miss Lada." Lada laughed and with her broken English she talked with Liliana, after a while finally someone called her and she left making Lily to heave out a sigh of relief as she grabbed Charlotte and glared at her.

She knew the perfect gown for the day, one that would accentuate her feminine charm and complement her hairstyle. Heading towards the inner room that housed her exquisite collection of clothing, Chloe retrieved the peach-colored gown. Its soft hue seemed to mirror the blooming romance between her and Max. With anticipation swirling in her heart, she slipped into the gown, its fabric embracing her figure in all the right ways. As she twirled in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence and excitement for the day ahead. Just as Chloe was preparing to leave the room, her phone began to ring. Kayla's name flashed on the screen, and she swiftly swiped to answer, activa

She opened her messages and Chloe’s name sat at the top of the list. Layla typed quickly. Layla: Emergency. Three seconds later Chloe replied. Chloe: What happened? Did the billionaire kidnap you again? Layla snorted as she typed again. Layla: Worse. Chloe: You kissed him again didn’t you. Layla froze,then slowly typed. Layla: How do you know me so well? Chloe: LAYLA. Layla sighed dramatically and typed back. Layla:

"Hu?" "Whats your name?" I chuckle, "Oh, my name is Chant," she smiles awkwardly, "That's an unusual name," I coment, "It's short for Chantelise, but I go by Chant. My full name is Chantelise Stevenson." She explains and I can't help but giggle slightly to which she gives me an odd look. "Sorry, it's just, well, my full name is Charlotte Winters, but everyone calls me Charlie apart from my close friends and loved ones, who call me Chilli." I smile as we shake hands and I can't help by feel like this could be the start of something new.

His smile slowly loosened, then, flat, bland. This is where Lionny's intelligence lies. “I want to meet the HRD Manager. "Say, my name is Lionny Fransisca Sanjaya." Chella choked. His smile faded. Apparently, Chella was not only less beautiful, but less prestigious. She knew that name. This was the first time Chella met this figure in person. “A-okay.” Chella immediately contacted David via office telephone for a few moments. Chella looked at Lionny feeling inferior, then said, "Please, Miss Lionny, wait in the lobby."