Call Me Ishmael Novel Novels & Stories

That same evening at Khan’s mansion, Isla sat on her bed, far from her ringing phone. The second Damien picked the call, she panicked and cut it before he could even say anything. He had called back about three times, but she didn’t pick up or even bring herself to look at the phone. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she had actually called him, or even accepted the card in the first place. What the hell was she thinking? Her fingers gripped her hair as she scolded herself inwardly.

"You didn't call me. A growl from Maximo made Isabella react, taking her out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry. - The young woman muttered, lowering her gaze. "Why didn't you call me?" Máximo insisted. "I don't know... Everything was very rushed, as soon as I saw the news, I received a call from my grandmother and... "Isabella..." Maximo's voice sounded much hoarse than usual, causing the young woman to shudder. "I told you that you should call me when you had a problem, tell me the truth..." He spoke with authority. "Why didn't you call me?"

Calla's POV: I shouldn’t have come here. But Isa acts thoughtlessly and recklessly and since I'm forever trapped in her damn body, I'll have to act like this bad bitch. Against all reasonable judgement, I have to do this. Everything in me screamed that this wasn’t just an apology, but still, I stood in the middle of the forest clearing, with the cold dampness soaking into my shoes, waiting. I need to understand what's really happening. Finally, like a shadow peeled off the trees, Nyla emerged.

CHAPTER FOUR | KORA ALEJANDRO ISABELLA I am having breakfast with the devil. I came downstairs for dinner as early as I could this morning even though I didn't have a wink of sleep last night. The events were too hunting for me to close my eyes to sleep. I see him sitting on the table, talking in the ears of one of his guards. I don't hear what they're talking about but from the way his lips move feverishly, I could tell the guard did something stupid and Damien is having none of his excuses.

My heart thudded. “What… what are you?” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. He tilted his head. “I already told you, Isabella. I’m the one you were made for.” “No,” I said, standing, wrapping the sheet tighter around my body like armor. “You’re not a man. You’re a beast. A… a curse.” He took a step forward. “Yet you marked me, Isabella. With your teeth. With your desire.” “I didn’t know!” I snapped, pain rising in my throat. “I didn’t know who you were. I didn’t know what this was!”

Your own hands are clearing the den? Order the lower-ranking omega maid to execute the maintenance! I demanded the task for my own claws, Collins. Reclaiming a mate bond that was entirely crossed out feels exactly like securing the highest token pool on the exchange, you track me? My inner wolf failed to comprehend the exact frequency Isabella was broadcasting, primarily because my current alignment with Ada Lube was entirely deadlocked and deeply awkward. Why is your terminal actively responding to my pulses, though? Aren't your coordinates linked with Ada? Your lines aren't sharing the path? Isabella asked.

~Isabella’s POV Isabella Isabella The voice calling my name was dark as sin, filled with power as it rumbled my name, but it was also calm. It made me want to run into his arms. Nathan? I asked as I whirled around in the murky darkness. Isabella I began crying, running towards that voice. Where are you, Nathan? I miss you. Please take me out of here. There was nothing but silence. I called out again.

I walk over to him, praying he does not hear me coming and run away like he has been doing for the past three days. “Ismail, please may I have a word with you.” “Umit, you can see I am busy. Can it wait until later?” Ismail replies with hostility in his voice. Subhan Allah (Glory be to Allah) what did I do to Ismail that made him speak to me in such a tone. Whatever it is, I will find out now. “I don’t care if you are busy. You are going to talk to me whether you like it or not,” I say angrily taking the book from his hand. I close it and bang it on the table.

Her presence was enough. Isabella looked at the phone, then back at Malik. The weight of it, the impossible reality it represented, threatened to overwhelm her. Her father. Alive. Waiting. Her fingers trembled as she took the device. It felt alien in her hand, a conduit to seventeen years of absence and unanswered questions. She looked at the screen. One contact: “Felix.” Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she pressed her thumb against the call icon. The phone against her ear felt cold. One ring. Two. Her heart hammered.

The stolen souls. A voice calls my name, laced with panic and I run towards it, recognizing the call. “Isla?!” My hybrid is locked behind iron bars, trembling in her cage. I grab the cold door and try to break it open, pushing with all my might, but the iron doesn’t budge. She shakes her large head desperately at me, her eyes wide and full of a fear that eats into me. “Olivia," she whispers. "She’s coming for you now.”