Novel & Cerita Call Me Ishmael Novel

Noah said as he went over to the mini bar on the other side of his office to pour himself a drink, “Would you care for one?” “No, thanks,” I said softly. "Suit yourself," He shrugged and took a sip from his drink, "So what can I help you with Miss Coleman?" "Please call me Isabel," I said. He chuckled darkly and took a sip from his drink, "I haven't heard from your family in a few years, so excuse me for being curious as to why you're here, Miss Coleman." I bit my lower lip nervously. How the hell was I going to go about this?!

Exciting. I don't know, but the feeling of having this relationship with Matteo makes me feel excited to wake up the following day. The excitement of feeling his kiss again. The excitement of his warm embrace. My phone rang, and it was a call from an unregistered number. My expression turned blank, thinking of the possibility that this is Damon again, calling to threaten me. I answered the call, but I didn't speak. [How dare you, Isabella?! How dare you do this to my family! You dirty little wench! My parents raised you! They feed you! And this is how you repay them? You ungrateful orphan!]

"Hi. I'm Callan, Isa's boyfriend." She slipped her hand away and tucked it into her jacket pocket. She nodded and looked to her daughter. "What brought you two all this way? Nothing serious, I hope?" Isa sighed and let herself into the house. I waited a moment for some sign of permission from Cora before following her. "Dad contacted me…" Isa said as Cora nodded that I should come in, too. Cora halted in the middle of the entryway. "How? Why? What did he want?"

I saw a payphone booth down the block—busted glass, old, but maybe still wired. I stumbled toward it. Slammed the door shut. Picked up the receiver. No dial tone. But I didn’t scream. I just sat down, curling into myself, cradling my stomach, shaking all over. I was alive—for now And the people who wanted me gone… weren’t finished yet. ****** Mariam The phone kept ringing. But Isla wasn’t picking up. Its weird, by this time of night, Maybe her battery died again. But something in my gut twisted, heavy and cold.

His jaw tightened. She was slim, but not fragile. There was strength in the way she moved—efficient, practiced, like she’d seen chaos and learned how to walk through it without flinching. He could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she held herself like someone who’d been broken once and stitched herself back together. Kael looked away, forcing his thoughts back to Ember. This wasn’t the time. Isla was human. Ordinary. She didn’t belong in his world, and he had no right to want her in it.

Some mocked me. Some defended Isaac. Some accused me of cheating first. Tears burned my eyes again. Then suddenly..My phone rang. Isaac. I froze. The screen glowed brightly in the dark car. Isaac Brooke Calling. Once. Twice. Three times. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs. For months, this man barely called me unless it benefited him. Now suddenly he wouldn’t stop? The calls kept coming. Finally, with trembling fingers, I answered. Before I could even speak, Isaac’s furious voice exploded through the speaker.

My blood ran cold as I realized who it was. ISAIAH… Isaiah's eyes locked onto mine, a sly smile spreading across his face. He looked different, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity that made my skin crawl. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Look what we have here. The little Eliana, all trussed up and helpless." He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I tried to speak, to demand to know what he wanted, but my voice caught in my throat. Isaiah took a step closer, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "You're going to make a perfect pawn in my game, Eliana," he whispered, his breath cold against my skin.

“Isabelle, you can go with Will for a moment, right? Papa wants to talk to your mother." Isaac emphasized the last words while looking at Calista with a much sharper gaze. "Okay dad, come on Will." Invite Isabelle who turns obedient very quickly. "I'm dead? What did I actually do that I ended up in a place like this?” Calista thought that she had to follow Isaac into his private room. ** In the room, Isaac immediately interrogated Calista by asking why Isabelle called her mama? Hearing questions like that actually made Calista confused, in fact she should be the one asking why the little girl called her mama.