Call Me Crazy But Novels & Stories

Her heart raced with each calculation; each scenario spun her imagination faster. Her phone buzzed with a text from Ishtiyaq: “Stay away from her. I mean it. I don’t care if you want him. Don’t you dare touch her.” Sana smirked, biting her lower lip. “Relax, darling. We’ll see who wins.”

Maybe he was just a figment of my crazy imagination, I thought. But the mysterious calls I got from strange numbers made it harder to believe. The caller never said a word, and one day, I called his name. “Hayden? Is that you?”

Every time someone said his name, I jumped a little inside. We kept the talk light for everyone else. “How’s the photography going?” I asked in a normal voice. “Still chasing storms and wild places,” he answered, loud enough for others to hear. Then softer to me, “But nothing as wild as seeing you here this week.” I smiled like we were just chatting, but inside I was a mess. Excited. Scared. Turned on. “You shouldn’t say things like that. We can’t… This is crazy.”

I shut my eyes, trembling like a helpless rabbit, bracing for the impact. Just then, the chime of my phone shattered the atmosphere. It was Mom. I fumbled for it and hit decline immediately. There was no way I could let her catch me in the middle of the act with Uncle Mike. But she called again right away. It had to be important. I gestured for Uncle Mike to hold off so I could answer the call. As soon as I picked up, Mom asked, "Hello? Chloe? Have you met your Uncle Mike yet?" "I'm at his place right now," I replied.

She didn't want to pick up because she wasn't in the mood, then she remembered it could be one of the companies she has been to that promised to call her. "But why would they call at past ten in the night?" She asked herself before finally picking up. "Hello." She said calmly and as soon as Landon heard her voice he hung up smiling. "So this is her number." He said to himself saving the number with 'Egocentric Kimberly Johnson.' He smiled after saving it and walked back to his bed to sleep. Kimberly tossed her phone to the other side of the table in frustration. "Whosoever is joking with me should better stop because I ain't in the mood for shit right now." She mumbled as she began to play w

"I need to meet this guy that has our Ally all loved up." I wasn't sure if that was a good idea, but told them that I would try to sort something out. My Baby: i found a few different options. can i call you real quick? "I'm gonna head back to my office," I informed my friends, standing up to put my rubbish into the bin. "I have a call that I've gotta take." As I pressed the button for the lift, my phone rang, 'My Baby' flashing across the screen. I hesitantly picked it up, since I was the only one boarding the elevator.

My job is too important to me to lose it over a sarcastic remark on the boss. Now, he looked at me with more amusement. Damn. He must think I’m crazy. Well, I’m so close to being insane. He makes me insane in every reason I can’t even comprehend. He smiled and shook his head. “I see. Are you weirded out?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. Weirded out? No. I’m about to get insanely crazy and I don’t think if there's something like that even. How can I be crazy and insane at the same time? I don’t know.

Let's just sneak out while we have the chance. Me: 😳

He calls me. Am I dreaming or this is real?

“I still can't believe your fever went away so quickly. Maybe you can go to the concert with Eva and Seth.” “You know me, Morocco- I'm quick on the rebound.” “You're quick at just about everything. Does that crazy coach still think you're insane?” I blanched. If only I was, Morocco. “He- yeah... I don't blame him.” Morocco noticed my weakened voice. “You alright, Callie? Something's been eating at you all morning...” “It's nothing.” I can't say what I want to. You'd think I'm insane. Open-minded or not, even Morocco would hook me up to a Thorazine drip if I started ranting about Samael.