Call Mine Novels & Stories

She reached for her cell phone to contact her sister. {Sis, please send the money I transferred to your account, I really need money now!} The message Sherly sent only ticked one. She decided to make a cell call. "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently inactive or out of reach. Please call again in a moment," said the voice from the cellular operator. Sherly had difficulty swallowing her saliva. She thought about borrowing money from other friends, but Lala and Zizi both have a lot of expenses every month.

Students crowded around, muttering, groaning, some celebrating. “I got paired with Adrian and Tessa? Seriously?” “Why are you happy? Tessa hates you.” “Exactly,” the guy said proudly. “She’ll do all the work.” I huffed a small laugh. Then I stepped forward. My eyes scanned down the sheet—rows of names, scribbled neatly in Halden’s annoyingly perfect handwriting—until I found mine. Group 12 Nalini. Myron Rudrah Timothy Rudrah My chest tightened—not painfully, but in that stunned, breath-stopping way where the world momentarily goes silent.

Chapter 138 Digging The Truth 1 "Was the Painite ever mined?" Brantley asked. "Yes, it was." "By whom?" Brantley asked. "By me." Emille replied nonchalantly. Brantley was in utter shock. He snapped his head to stare at Emille. Emille had a passive look on his face as though it were a non-event. "You mined it? How?" "The same way my father would have done." "Hold up, a lot of things don't add up." Brantley shook his head. There were still a lot of gaps in the story, he needed clarification.

*Ben* It is late afternoon by the time I, covered in sweat and grime, stride into the kitchen. I don’t know why I believe that if I work in the mines alongside the miners that fortune is more likely to smile on them and they will discover a tin-rich vein after two years of nothing.

1 new message from mine🖤 A smile spread across my face as I unlocked my phone to open the message From Mine🖤: Baby, I'm here outside your building. To Mine🖤: okay, I'm coming out right now. As I pressed send, I immediately placed my phone in my back pocket before grabbing my keys and walking out of the room. I walked swiftly down the semi chaotic halls, filled with people moving into their rooms before making my way into the elevator. My finger pressed against the lobby floor as I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited to reach the first level.

I am finally off and almost home. My feet are killing me. We got slammed at lunchtime and could barely keep up with everyone. When I finally reach my door, I am so happy that I almost didn't notice the paper stuck to it. I pull it off and on the front is the Alpha seal. Ugh, please don't be what I think this is. I am not that lucky. Every unmated pack member must be at the mating ball tomorrow night, no exceptions. Why me? I say as I enter my house and plop down on the couch. Then my phone starts ringing. I pull it out of my pocket and see that it is the diner. I answer, praying they don't need me to return for anything.

Ferry back to my room and hand me a phone ,great now I am dead. "H-hello" "Hello my beautiful future wife how are you my baby doll" "I am fine" "Excuse me baby?" I Fitch "I am fine love"

It's a surprise. "We didn't ma'am" "Just call me Eva, please. Ma'am sounds old for me" I scowl at him and he chuckles with a nod. He is doing it on purpose. "Now what? You know you can't walk in without an appointment, right? And if you do, they will seek permission from the boss and your hard-prepared surprise will be ruined" Ty says and I scroll through my contacts looking for Dre's number. "Can you come to the entrance please, I need help"

"You are right. But cunning only gets you so far against true malice. We still don't know where he is, or what he might be planning next. The GM’s stonewalling only makes me more certain he’s shielding Wilson, or at least his reputation." He sighed, a heavy sound. "It feels like waiting for the other shoe to drop." I shifted to face him fully. "Then we don't wait passively. We build. We secure everything. Starting with the mine." The spark of ambition ignited again. Johnson’s gaze sharpened, the businessman in him instantly engaged. "You have the coordinates? The land rights situation?" "Being finalized as we speak," I confirmed, a surge of determination replacing the earlier intimacy. "I ha

she smiles softly. After chatting for a short while longer about the old academy days, my boots are the first to leave the rental lodge. The moment my body steps out into the crisp mountain air and slides into the leather seat of my transport, my hand whips out my device. With a few swift taps, my fingers transfer fifty thousand silver pieces to a dark, underground information broker's account. Then my mouth makes a private link call.