Call Me Crazy But Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry about it. Just get yourself something.” I watched her walk down the street, her pace slow but steady. Then an idea struck me, one I didn’t like but had no other choice. I dialed Marcus but it went to voicemail. I hung up, tried again and got the same result. On the third attempt, I gave in and left a message. “I… I need… I need to take you up on that offer,” I said, voice breaking despite my attempt to sound calm. “Please call me.” Two hours later, my phone buzzed with a text.

I can still remember vividly on that day when she called me and said she was taken here, if she was not taken here then where could she be? I was now standing in front of the building looking so confused, and my phone hadn't stopped ringing. It's obvious that whoever this person is, they must have been crazy in their past life because tell me who calls someone continuously without stopping, it's only a maniac who acts like that.

His words tumbled out of his beutiful mouth sounding harsh in my ears. I felt like something had struck me flat knocking me on the ground,nobody ,I mean nobody have ever called me a moron,I immediately hate him and withdrew all the compliments I had thought of him. He wasn't an angel but a dick wiessel. Yes,a dick wiessel. “Are you crazy or something” He spoke again this time looking at me with disdain . “You are the one who is crazy ” I suddenly stated before closing my mouth as the fabric of reality struck me,he was supposed to be my boss .

Could it be a scam call? . . . . . . . T.B.C What do you think?

However, for some reason she felt another urge that made her have to pick up the call. “Hello?” “Syil, where are you now?” Syila was silent for a moment. She remembered the voice of the man talking on the other side. “Jake?” “Hm, surprised because I can get your eternal number?” Syila snorted. “Why call me?” “Miss you.” “I'm not at home.” “Then where? Apartment? You're not in Adam's place.” “I'm at the cafe with a friend, want to join?” “What's the address?”

"Though lovely to hear from you this early morning. I thought I told you not to make a habit of waking me up." "It's urgent. Sorry, but this is the only time I can call. Cassandra goes on her morning workout by this time. It's the only time I had to call. Look, she's crazy. She's actually batshit crazy, and I know that it's wrong of me to do this, but if I started, I might as well just finish it. So, what do you want to finish?"

Elena “This fucking phone, I can't do anything with it. Why would they give me a phone that does not work? What the heck?” Nothing works on the damn phone, the only thing I can do with it is watch YouTube videos. What the fuck? I need help, not YouTube. I've been trying countless times to call someone but it just doesn't work. There's a number saved as A on it. I tapped on the number and it started calling. I immediately sat up. Is the phone working now? My face immediately lit up when I saw the call going through. The person answered, shit. I brought the phone closer to my ear.

She pounded her fists on the door,frantically. "Esme .... Are you crazy! You're committing a crime! You can't leave me here!" "So what, although you are Lorenzo's wife, my father will never let the scandal get out and your body will only be disposed of secretly. Oh I can and I will." she heard Esme say viciously. “I’m sorry for calling you pathetic….just let me out.”Fabiola begged but then she heard footsteps fading. “ESME!”She shrieked hitting the door with all her might.

What the fuck is wrong with me? ------

Old lady was still crazy. ***