Call Me Ishmael Novel Novels & Stories

We both laughed, but the edge lingered. We ate, swapped stories, let the night feel easy for a while. The real talk, the case waited until plates were cleared. Camille leaned in, whispering to Isabelle. “They both showed up at your house? No way.” Isabelle shushed her, glancing around. “Keep it down.” “You’re basically living a telenovela right now,” Camille giggled. “Love triangle, danger, hot CEO landlord-” I excused myself to the bathroom. At the sink, washing my hands, the door swung open behind me.

He kept his neutral body language and facial expression and said “I guess it is time for some answers, and I will give them to you accompanied by a drink. I think we all need it.” Ismael left the room, leaving the girls alone. Marina tried to help Charlotte to stand up from the bed and after some efforts, Charlotte could stand up by placing her arm around Marina’s shoulders for support. Both girls left the room and took a seat at the table in the dining room area. Ismael came out from the kitchen with two glasses of water which he put at the table in front of the girls. “I am afraid this is the best we have got right now after the raid earlier today,” Ismael said while taking a seat across t

Before leaving, he once again assured Isabella that he would always be there if they needed help. As Nicholas walked away, Isabella re-entered the house. But before she could go further, her phone rang. The name Peter, her editor, appeared on the screen. "Peter?" Isabella answered, a bit surprised to hear a familiar voice that she hadn't heard in a long time. "Hey, Isabella. How are you? I just wanted to check in—how’s the novel project going? Any new ideas?" Isabella paused for a moment, thinking about everything that had happened recently—about Irene, about betrayal and trauma, about unresolved love. Suddenly, something crossed her mind, something she could pour into words, a story formed

"Tell that bastard to come here." Isabella took the phone, her hands trembling as she dialed the number. The ringing tone echoed in the room, each beep amplifying the tension. The call connected, and on the other side, Elijah's voice was heard. "Hello?"

Callum said, his voice breaking, his hands shaking, his eyes fixed on her. “I mourned you, Moonclaw mourned you. Why betray us? Why this? Why lie?” He whispered. Isabel took another step towards him and stretched one long thin hand to hold his cheek, she looked at him silently for a few more minutes. “You wouldn’t understand,” she said, her voice cold, as she slowly turned to the door, her robe following her. “Where’s Keira?” Callum shouted, his voice filled with anger, as his hands strained against the ropes, his legs fighting to stand, pain rushing through his chest.

Isla pov "Tell me your real name." Dylan's voice cuts through the silence before the guards even finish closing the door….low and commanding. I keep my eyes on the floor like a good broken omega should. "Isla," I whisper. Let my voice shake just enough, not too much or it looks fake, "my name is Isla." "Liar," he says softly, almost gently, which somehow makes it worse. I'm standing in what must be his private study…… dark wood and leather and books that look older than the fortress itself.

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

Zella I lay in my bed, staring at Isaiah's contact on my phone screen. My finger hovered over the call button for the hundredth time that day. I pressed it. It rang, over and over... "You've reached Isaiah King. Leave a message." The sound of his recorded voice made my chest constrict painfully. I ended the call and immediately dialed again. "You've reached Isaiah King-"

“Ismael…” Ismael heard his name being called up, by a strange yet familiar voice. He felt the distinctive nature of the voice, accompanied by the blaring sounds of beep raised heavily in his head, traveling through his head. Ismael groaned heavily by the siren sound, whilst flipping open his blury eyes which had been shut against each other for the past month. “Can you see me ?“ Asked the voice, oncemore, with hands dangling above Ismael's view.

Elise asked with curiosity that was bugging her since the first moment he came to their rescue. “Because someone told me that some foreigners are in trouble and so I have to get you out of here.” Suddenly, a face flashed in Elise’s mind’s eye. It was a pretty boy’s face with cosmetics and a white crown. They were the same images she saw previously while studying in her room. “Where are we going?” Kent asked the Medjay with a serious face. “We’re going to the eighth district of Ta Shemau. It’s called Abt. We need to get there as soon as we can—before it’s too late.” His reply.