Call Magician

ERAGON And Allan have one thing in common. A goal to get back the stolen heart of magic to revive lukedonia city of dragons that was turned to stone. The 200year old Eragon the shapeshifting dragon prince who was banished when he causes a rebellion to get back his stolen throne from his younger brother king Phil who cheated in a monarch battle for the throne. deceived by his beloved and his mother killed herself before his eye to regain his honor. Loss on what to do. he embarks on a quest to regain his stolen throne and honor. Eragon made a contract with humans dark magician to help him however he was deceived and the heart of magic stolen and the dragon kingdom turned to stone. Eragon embarks on a journey to reclaim his lost honor, correct his mistakes and take back the stolen heart of magic to revive his people however he will have to fight his way to bring it back. ALLAN whose on a revenge mission to kill Eragon who kills his mother. The essence heart of magic was stolen by a dark human magician. in pursuit of the heart of magic and training Allan meets the curse of misfortune princess Felicia of Roland. In a romance and adventure with Felicia, Allan discovers the true story about Eragon

"Call me Alpha, little wolf" Damien snarled looking at the girl who just walked into his office. "One thing that you need to understand, me being your wife does not and will NEVER mean that you're my Alpha" Natalia snapped. *************** Being born a rogue, Natalia has always wished to be part of a pack, somewhere to belong and call home. But when both Damien and Natalia’s worlds collide, in what humans call marriage; both the mafia and wolf worlds are shaken.

"Really? You would help me to take revenge?" I asked, stunned. "Yes, I will," Zaylen replied. “So… how do we start, Boss?” I was excited about this. I was done being sad and pathetic. It was time to strike back.  Zaylen furrowed his brow, thinking. “Hmm… To begin with, you should call me Zaylen instead of Boss.”  I gasped at the idea. “But you told us we cannot call you by your name without your permission.”  “Exactly, and now, I'm giving you the permission. Call me Zaylen, Liana.” 

When Esther was a perfect wife but her husband cheated, she ordered a call boy for revenge. He was so young and skilled. Then she left a check and ran away. Later, she ran into the "call boy" and found he's in fact the youngest congressman, the future president ... But he wants Esther every night ...

As a call center agent, they have the job to help customers with their inquiries and answer their question. And for five months of working, Sanya Lacson has always been on top of her game. Whilst, she didn't expect that on one unfortunate call, her life will get tangled with the CEO of the company she work with. The CEO named Justin Klein Cordova.

A young woman in love decides to follow the call of a mysterious man to be a canary down in The Mines.She heeds his call, and is thrown headlong into an adventure, finding herself falling in love at sound of the music in The Mines.Will she fall in love with the mysterious man who calls to her? Who runs The Mines?Or will she sell herself for someone else's dreams?

At my wedding, my wife’s bodyguard was wearing the same suit as me. He was standing to one side. When I was saying my vows, he suddenly stepped forward and slapped me. I covered my face and looked at my wife, Amelie. She looked calm, as if she knew this would happen. Seeing that she was not reacting, the bodyguard smirked and slapped me again. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. The guests below the stage were flabbergasted, even as rage burned within me. “Call the police!” “You can’t call the police!” Amelie finally said. My parents also suddenly shouted, “No one is allowed to call the police. Anyone who does would be opposing the Bennet family!”

"Good morning, Greg. What would you like for breakfast?" "What? Did you just call me Greg? Are we mates? What gives you the right to call me that? Just because you're my wife? Listen, don't you ever call me Greg." "But... we're... married..." "So what? I only married you because of my grandmother. And let's face it, we're not on the same level, whether it's age, class, or status. You're just an eighteen-year-old country girl." "I'm 26, and you're only 18. An eight-year age gap isn't a joke. Just because we're married doesn't mean you can call me by my name. Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?" "How should I address you then?" "Just call me sir. I don't ever want to hear 'Greg' from your mouth again," I said sternly "The Billionaire's Country Girl Bride" is an engaging novel about the marriage between Greg, a rich businessman, and Sophie, a young country girl. Greg insists on being called "sir" by Sophie due to their age gap, and sets strict rules that keep them apart. As Greg brings other women home and ignores Sophie's feelings, she finds support in her university roommate, Diana. The story follows Sophie's journey as she learns to stand up for herself and find her own strength. With Diana's help, Sophie discovers the power of love and resilience.

“This wedding is going to destroy the lives of those involved, so why don’t you call it off before it is too late?” She finally speaks up looking me dead in the eyes after hesitating for a while “Call it off?” I scoff as I shake my head no one really understands how badly I want this to end, but I am just so helpless because a lot is at stake for me “You are in the best position to call this wedding off, because if Eden tries it, she has to risk getting disowned by her father so I really hope you can put her out of her misery because she doesn’t deserve any of this at all” she concludes and I scoff again “Well, it’s not like you can put your best friend out of her misery by substituting her as the bride, so stop building castles in the air by thinking you call of the marriage alliance that means so much to both the Kings and the Westons” I advice her “if you can’t do it…” she says clenching her fists “ …I assure you that I will” she says in a resolute voice before storming out of my presence

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."