Call Me Ishmael Novel Novels & Stories

Early the next morning, I took my luggage to the airport, where a private jet was already waiting for me. It belonged to the Wilson pack, sent specifically this time to bring me over to become their new Gamma. Watching the plane slowly ascend and leave behind the place I had lived for so long, I didn't feel the reluctance I thought I would. Instead, I just felt a massive wave of relief. Jacob, I hope we never meet again.

It was better if I didn't give my real name. “Let’s dance!” he called, gesturing for me to join him. I shook my head playfully. “You’ll have to keep up!” I challenged, the thrill rushing through me. *** Back in the house, Ciel paced nervously. “Where could she have gone?” he muttered, looking around. “She should be safe inside.” After a few minutes, he received a call from the guard he had sent. “Sir, we’ve located Isabella . She’s at a club called Pavea,” the guard reported.

I slowly went inside my apartment and in an instant, I fell on my bedsheet cover and fell asleep because I felt so tired. “Choose your side!” “I have to leave” “Please, don’t go” “Wake up, son” “Isaac” I woke up because of the dreams and the voices that whispered in my head. I remember now. He is Uzmael. The one who owns the white smoke and he is the one who wants to conquer God’s throne. He has a big ambition to rule the human and the spiritual world. I tried to recall his face but I couldn't remember even though I saw his face. It keeps on deleting in my memory. I tried to go back to sleep but I can’t sleep anymore. The sun is set high in the sky and it is already morning. Everybody is bu

I would like to speak to Doctor Callie alone, please. Isabella gave my hand a squeeze and started to walk out. I kept my gaze on my hands, knowing Isaiah was looking at me, but I couldn't bear to look at him. Knowing what I would ask the doctor next, I just couldn't. I cleared my throat when he didn't make a move towards the door. "Isaiah, she wants to be alone. Let's respect that," Isabella said, pulling him out the door. "Doctor Callie is there...anything I can do that might help my chances in this situation?" I was skirting around my actual question, but sometimes, a person must ease into it.

“Mate, you change your mind? Clubbing is fucking boring without you, innit? I think if you hurry, we can still salvage the evening.” “I’m not on speaker phone, am I?” Callum relaxes back into the island chair, glancing up in the vague direction of Gerran’s temporary bedroom. He must still be unpacking. He still hasn’t sent a text about what he wants for dinner. He hears rustling on Isaac’s end before the sound quality improves. “Not anymore, Cal. What’s going on?” Isaac’s very serious captain’s voice is kicking in, a gruff quality that’s reassuring and intoxicating in equal measure. Callum drums his fingers on the polished surface of the kitchen island.

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

“He’s not going anywhere. He’s your guard, like it or not. You’re not getting into trouble here, and you’re not giving him a hard time. Listen to him, he’s here to keep you safe.” Salem grabbed Callum’s arm, pulling him aside. “Can’t you find someone else? He’s a jerk.” “No can do, kid. Now go on, he’ll take you to your room. I’ll catch up with you later,” Callum said, planting a kiss on her forehead. Salem stalked toward the door, but Hakon reached for her arm. She spun around. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” Callum’s smile flickered, then faded as thoughts of Isabella crept in. Losing her had left him hollow, like nothing mattered anymore. Sophia had dragged him out of that darkness once, but the shad

And staring at Evelyn like she was prey. “I heard you were digging,” Isla said, voice smooth, feral. “I figured I’d come to see if the rumors were true.” Evelyn took a step back. “You’re supposed to be—” “Dead? I know.” Isla smiled. Too sharp. Too wide. “I’m not.” “What happened to you?” “Same thing that’s going to happen to you,” Isla said softly. “They called me back. The blood called me. You can feel it, can’t you?”

"I'm going to leave you alone to rest, Emelia. Take good care of yourself, okay? And your father and I will come and check up on you soon." "Okay, mom." With that, she ended the call, leaving me all alone in the silence once again. I let out a huge sigh, having no idea what and what not to do. Isaiah, being eager to leave, forgot to show me exactly where my room is.I decided to lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, hoping to fall asleep. The sound of the door being pushed open jerked me out of my thoughts. I stood up, facing the red-haired lady that was standing in front of me. A lady whose face I found familiar, but I'm damn sure I have never laid eyes on her.

Provided tools, removed obstacles, made it seem like his idea. Isla thinks she's independently building shelter network. But I'm watching. Documenting. Preparing to make it mine when the time's right. The Brennan brothers are pieces on my chessboard. Cormac's the king I've captured. Callum's the pawn I'm curious about. Isla's the queen I'm deciding whether to recruit or eliminate. "There's one more element," I tell Violette. "Callum's release. Four months from now, he enters the Rookeries. Packless, broken, desperate. Exactly the kind of wolf Isla helps."