Call Me Ishmael Opening Line Novel Novels & Stories

“Come. Will you talk to me?” Isabella hesitated, eyeing the chairs warily before finally sitting down. I followed suit, taking a seat across from her. She crossed her legs and absently smoothed her bangs, blushing when she realized I was watching. “Look, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell my mother about this,” she began quietly, her voice uncertain. I frowned, a low growl escaping me. “Don’t call me ‘sir.’” Isabella blinked, surprised by the force of my words. “What am I supposed to call you, then?”

I also made sure there was no smell left inside because it was embarrassing for Elijah especially and he would come near it and he might even smell the unpleasant crime I committed in his closet. I opened the door and went out for the first time and Elijah moved quickly when he saw me. "You should have called me," he promised me that it was my fault that I didn't call him and I went out by myself. "I-I can, Your Majesty." I won't admit that I was afraid that Elijah might smell something inside. That's really embarrassing on my part. "Don't force your foot, Ales. It won't do any good if you make it worse," he admonished me.

She was so caught up in his looks that she didn't notice when he pushed the door open even further. "Isabella, right?" He asked. The way he spoke her name was different and it sounded better than when anyone else had said it. His Italian accent was clear and deep, almost arousing. She didn't find him making her panties wet nor did she find herself shivering. Isabella was simply scared of everything to come after this day. "W-Who are you?" She cried out as she tried to move past him. He smirked mischievously, again. "Alex." - ❧ -

Incoming Call: UNKNOWN Ava whispered, “Nathaniel… don’t answer it.” But I stepped forward, hand shaking, chest tight. Because I already knew who it was. And I already knew the game wasn’t over. The call kept ringing. Loud. Sharp. Echoing through the empty island like a warning. I stared at Ava, then at the phone. My hand hovered above it. One second. Two. Three. And then I pressed ANSWER. A voice came through. Calm. Smooth. Venomous. “Welcome to the end.” Ava gasped.

The sound of the river’s gentle flow stopped me in my tracks—it made me realize I was almost there. “Luna Isla!” Suddenly, a voice called out from behind. I turned around, startled, and saw five men standing there, smiling at me. “Who are you?!” I pulled the cloth I was wearing tighter over my shoulders to cover myself more fully. “Luna Isla, I came to fetch you. Alpha Caleb is waiting for you at the mansion.” “What do you mean? Alpha Caleb? I don’t know him. Are you Noah’s men?! Don’t worry, I’ll be dead soon, so tell Noah he doesn’t need to bother sending spies to keep tabs on me!”

[My rebellious little wife. I’d always wanted to be called ‘wife’. But nothing irritated my soul and ruined that dream more than hearing the word from him. “Don’t ever call me that, you nasty old man.” He gave a low rumble. “Did you receive my text?” “Is it your first time sending one?” I asked angrily. “And why would you send me to Italy to do your dirty work?” “You’re the perfect person for this, Isabella.” I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at my door to make sure I wasn’t hearing any footsteps. Nobody else had to hear that conversation.

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.

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!]

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.”

I closed my eyes and whispered her name. "Amenia." For the first time in what feels like years, I felt something stir inside me. A growl. A breath. A promise. And Isaiah’s voice echoed one final time before he vanished into the night. "When the wolf returns, the world will tremble. Not in fear. But in reverence. For Hailey. Queen. Mother. She-Wolf reborn."