Novel & Cerita Call Me Crazy But

Curious, I pick up. “Is she going to be okay?!” The stranger automatically says. “Who is this, and who are you talking about?” I reply. “Selene! Who else? And I can’t tell you who I am, but I promise I’m a friend!” “A friend? More like a creepy stalker! Don’t call me again unless you want a report against you!” I hung up. What a psycho! I thought to myself. Who was this guy? And how come he couldn’t say who he was? How weird. I start to doze off, while thinking about the weirdo. I decided not to say anything to Selene about the weird phone call. Part of me wondered if I had dreamt it!

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? "Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports. He blinked, confused. “Uhn?” I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.” He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose. A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.

That night, I came down with a high fever. I was barely conscious—my mind drifting between dreams and delirium. For a moment, I thought it was still three years ago. Instinctively, I called Howard for help. But instead of his voice, I heard Phoebe's syrupy tone on the other end. "Who's calling you at this hour, Howie?" It was late, yet the two of them were still together. The fog in my head cleared just enough for me to hang up the phone immediately.

ZARA “Why is Ryan calling you?” I asked Mia in shock. “I’m as confused as you are,” Mia replied. I pressed the green button, answered the call, and put it on the loudspeaker. I allowed him to speak before uttering a word. “Hey, Mia. Do you have a minute?” Ryan said in a calm tone. He wasn’t as agitated as usual. I placed the phone close to Mia and asked her to respond. “Now why are you calling me, you crazy man?” she groaned into the phone.

It recoiled, arching it back and hissed at Suzanne before sprinting away. Suzanne stood back up, looking at her palm. It’s an ominous sign, she thought just as the phone in her back pocket began to ring. The ringtone was a BTS ‘Not Today’ ringtone. It was old man Hendricks. Suzanne blinked, wonder of wonders, Hendricks never called. She pressed the answer button and stepped into her grandmother’s unit. Grandmother was sitting on her bed sipping a can of beer. How grandmother had managed to smuggle in such rarity was beyond Suzanne’s understanding.

Not that I expected someone else to call from his phone. "How are you doing, Violet?" my mum said. I am doing bad, mum, everything is driving me crazy! "I'm awesome" I answered her, shrugging my thoughts off, she wasn't someone I would dare say that to. "Why didn't you call my phone instead?" I asked her. The whole Barry to me conversation really sucked. "Your phone was switched off" she said and I moved towards where I had thrown my bag the other time, opened it and brought my phone.

*I'm screwed. ****

Untl now. When I didn't loosen my grip, Amy frowned up at me. "What is it?" I opened my mouth to say something but a knock at the door stopped me. "Who is it?" "There's some crazy chick outside screaming your name." A voice replied. Fuck! I was hoping it wasn't Leah, that she listened to me and went straight home, but I knew better. "I wonder who that could be." Amy chided, dragging herself up on the bed.

I must have gone crazy. Am I really sure that I'm not sick? Maybe I have psychological problems but it is only showing now? Am I really crazy? Or could it be that I'm really in a dream right now and this is all in my head? Yeah, that's it. I just need to wake up and everything will be over. Yeah, someone wake me up! I still want to live! I promise to be nice to Cryx, I won't tease him about his height although it's really satisfying and I'll even eat broccoli! So please let me live! I'm desperate. "Hey! Are you listening to me? I asked you who you are and who sent you? Answer or you'll die in my hands today," he ordered and he snapped me back from my insane train of thoughts.

I answer shakily, because I'm not fine at all. I can't even pick up a cell phone right now and call Margot. Can you imagine what I'd say in the cab? That a wolf saved me and that it attacked a mugger and not me? What kind of insanity is that? As soon as I am out of the cab, my hands shake. I call Margot. "Hi, friend, what's up?" "Margot, I can't go home right now. Something crazy has happened to me" She gets nervous.