Call Me Maybe Saya Novels & Stories

It was Mia calling. “Mia!” I called out as soon as I answered the phone. “I… I don’t feel good.” Her voice was low, I could barely hear. “My body is so hot, and…” Her voice trailed off and the call disconnected. “Fuck!”

She lifts a brow playfully, silently asking, Well? I reach for the phone. “Hello,” I say, bringing it to my ear. Silence. Then the sharp beep of a disconnected call. I pull the phone away, frowning at it. That’s weird. “Who’s that?” Maya asks. I shrug, dropping the phone back onto my lap. “Dunno. Maybe a wrong number or something.” It’s not uncommon. Random calls happen all the time. I wave it off and stand. “Let me get us some juice.”

Please call me. * * *

[61. Don't think that your cheap tricks still work with me.] "WHAT ! What did he just say ? I am sorry !? And did he call me Dae..? No..no way. Am I dreaming? But why actually did he call me? It was him.., right? It was his voice, right? And he was stammering? But why would he call me from an other number and cut the call soon. Maybe it's someone else and I got confused. Or... maybe, someone is trying to prank me through some voice changer or something..but who? Only Phet knows..Oh Hell ! what is this? Let me call back and ask."

It recoiled, arching it back and hissed at Suzanne before sprinting away. Suzanne stood back up, looking at her palm. It’s an ominous sign, she thought just as the phone in her back pocket began to ring. The ringtone was a BTS ‘Not Today’ ringtone. It was old man Hendricks. Suzanne blinked, wonder of wonders, Hendricks never called. She pressed the answer button and stepped into her grandmother’s unit. Grandmother was sitting on her bed sipping a can of beer. How grandmother had managed to smuggle in such rarity was beyond Suzanne’s understanding.

Damn, why did I call her that name again? "Uh... Yeah, her name is Mia. And, I call her Maia, because... She's My Mia. Yeah, right, baby?" I reasoned out while I looked at my girl who nods her head, and she seems impressed by my cleverness. I am a genius, alright?

Haya said, getting up from the seat. "I would have come today itself, but I have a meeting to attend in the evening," he said with a wistful smile. "Okay then bye," Haya says collecting her files from the desk As she exited the building her phone buzzed, showing an incoming call on the screen. "I think I'm in love," Maaz said to himself looking at the mirror. "Hello Saad, where are you?" Maaz called his childhood friend. "I'm at home" Saad replied, "great! Get ready at 8 pm we are going out," he said and hung up the call before Saad could respond.

still remember that I needed to call Mommy so I took my phone that was next to me earlier. I opened it and then I called Mommy. I waited a few more seconds for him to finally answer the call. "Mommy? How are you?" I asked immediately. "I'm fine Sychiee, I miss you so much, come back here please." He said and the tone of voice was already tearful. "I can't mommy, I need to work here, please pray for my safety, I'll go home as soon as I finish this." I said. I walked out of the room then sat on the couch. I leaned my back and sight. "I will, bye. I have a lot of costumer, i will call you later if I'm going to home." sabi niya. "I will, bye. I have a lot of costumer, I will call you later if I

I placed the phone near my face to see who it was, and my eyes almost popped out from my head when I saw the caller’s name. My Maia. 1 missed call. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I exclaimed. “What’s the problem, sir?” Karl asked. “Shh,” I shut him up. Why did Maia call me? And how the fuck did I miss it? I dialed her number back, hoping that she would answer. “The person you are trying to call is unavailable. Please try again later." I hit my head with my phone and let out a deep breath. “Who is it that you’re calling?” Karl asked.

He took a sponge and began to scrub my skin, his calloused palms moving over my soft curves with a possessive intensity. "Tell me," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he scrubbed the curve of my shoulder. "How does it feel to be sold for fifty million? Does it make you feel valuable, or does it make you feel like dirt?" "I feel like I’m in a nightmare," I choked out, the steam making my head light. "Why buy me for fifty million just to... to wash me? You could have had anyone. You could have had a queen for that price."