Callie And Marie Novels & Stories

She grinned when she saw Marie's incoming call. "Marie's calling, I guess the plan worked out," She said to Seth before picking up the call. "Hey Marie" "Hi, Mrs Serena," Marie said from the other end. "I know the plan worked out, she has broken her bones right? Which one? Her spinal cord?" Serena laughed. "Well ..." Marie drawled. "What?" Serena asked. "The plan didn't work out" She finally dropped the bomb. "What!" Serena exclaimed. "Didn't you do everything as planned?"

We were already late. "No, it's just that you two look way too dressed up for some rookie in training. Enjoy!" We both breathed a sigh of relief when Amara went up the stairs. We ran through the side door before she changed her mind and turned around. "Phew! So fucking irritating!" Callie said, and I laughed, stepping into the carriage. "How are you two mysterious women doing this afternoon?" "Oh shut up, Marlo!" Callie pulled out a plain black cloth from her side of the seat rail and I did the same.

“Darling, you’ve planned the perfect party. That day, I need you relaxed and happy. By the time Steven sees you, I need his eyes to pop out of their sockets and roll on the ground.” “Ewww. Gross, Sandra.” “I mean it. Don't make me come down there.” “Okay, Ma’am. Fine.” She said. They chatted some more and Marie ended the call. Today was Wednesday, she had no idea how she'd get through the next two days before Saturday finally arrived.

Mary replied with her nose in the air. “My name is Callie, and I’m capable of finding the medical room on my own. Give me a sec.” I smiled as I saw the impatience grow on Callie’s face. “I’m not allowed to return unless you are with me,” Mary replied more firmly. “Go, Cal.” I sighed, “I’ll see you in a bit.” Callie nodded and followed the squeaky girl out of the cafeteria. I got a plate of food and found an empty table. Mary’s voice lingered in my head, giving me a headache. How did she get that under my skin? I grabbed my fork and drug it through the eggs carelessly, resting my head on my other arm.

When Marie felt her face had cooled down again, she looked up to see the nervous face of the man in front of her. Carl was not sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him. 'Did she just blush?' 'Or is she mad at me?' Carl was not sure which one of his thoughts would come out to be confirmed when she looked up. "My name is Carl Bates, I am Mister Vero's personal driver," Carl hurriedly introduced himself, extending his right hand for a handshake. "Marie Lewis," Marie shook hands with Carl. She is not known to do such things as an assistant manager of Sweet Haven, she would sometimes deal with people in the Manager's place to assist product distributors and agents, so she is not new to shaking

Grumpy as hell, barely looked at Callie, jaw set like stone. Brooding. Always brooding. Callie sipped juice under the sun, lips in a pout. "Ryell, why now? It's fun here. Just stay a few more days." He shook her off. "We've been here long enough. What if something happened back home?" Her smile dropped. "What could happen? Maria's gone." His stare hardened. "You sound happy about that." Guilt flashed. Quick. Then she switched gears, clinging to his arm like a lost pup. "She hurt me so many times... you know I didn't mean it like that."

She marched into the aisle, all cameras now on her. “I do have a reason,” she declared. “A damn good one.” Two guards moved toward her, but I moved faster, knocking both aside with one swipe. Callie locked eyes with the bride, Martha and unleashed hell. “You conniving little snake! You stole her man, wore her dress, humiliated her, and thought you could get away with it?” The room went still. Martha snapped, “Do you think being her PA makes you important? She’s trash. And so are you.”

I nudged her with my shoulder as I teased her. “No, I don’t! He is immature and purposely provokes me!” She nailed Alaric and not in the way he would like her to. “I am an angel.” Alaric stuck his tongue out at Heather before putting his hands together like he was praying while turning his eyes to the ceiling. “No, you really aren’t!” I could almost feel the heat radiating off of Heather. I was about to try and break them up when a welcome distraction appeared. “Sorry to interrupt the fun, but do you know what ya’ll want? If you need another minute or two, I can come back later.” Marie walked up with her order pad in hand and reaching for the yellow pencil tucked behind her ear.

Her husband's younger brother looked confused and objected, repeatedly looking at Marie and the young woman in a doctor's coat. "I have not even had time to eat my lunch yet, dammit," Caleb murmured in annoyance after hearing what his co-workers had said to him. “You have to go,” Marie forced herself to smile at Caleb just so he would not worry about her anymore. “I already feel better thanks to you.” "But I'm more worried about you. I could not leave you alone--” "I will be fine. But not with patients who need your help,” Marie pushed Caleb's body out of place and followed the young man's co-workers. “Go and be a good doctor to save more lives.”

“Tell me why you are leaving again?” Callan asked, stroking my arm as I stood at the kitchen counter making us dinner. “You know why I am leaving.” I stated, cutting up the onions as I spoke. “Maria is having a hard time adjusting. I know she hasn’t told Michael, but there has been more than one she-wolf who has been extremely rude to her. The adjustment is really hard on her right now.” I put the knife down and turned to face Callan. He pulled me close to him as I turned around and I could feel his hardened length on my hip. The silver and gold specks in his eyes swirled and his navy blue eyes deepened in color.