Novel & Cerita Callie Arizona Fanfiction

The jealousy and the fear and the choices, good and terrible, that had led her here. Tomorrow night, under the full moon, she would stand among the pack she had once tried to tear apart and watch two people complete a bond that would heal everyone, including, she hoped, herself. For the first time in longer than she could remember, Selene Callum looked forward to something without any plan attached to it at all. Just hope.

Nonna gasped, Riccardo muttered something I didn't bother catching on to, and I held my breath as we watched Callie, in leggings and hoodie, climb to the top; my heart nearly lurched forward when her foot slipped, causing her to lose balance for a moment. Nonna shifted closer to me. “Are you going to find her?” she asked. I glanced at my grandmother and returned my eyes to the camera where I fast-forwarded the fottages to where Callie flagged down a cab. “Copy the number from the license plate, find the cab owner's information, and put me on the phone with him,” I ordered Riccardo. He quickly picked up a pan and paper from the desk behind him and copied it. My blood thumped in my veins every

I said and waved gently at her, causing her face to glow with a darker shade of pink. I chuckled amusedly to myself as I eavesdropped on her conversation with Xyla, they talked about Dylan, their future plans for a baby and other girly gossips and I could feel Callie tense up whenever my name was mentioned. ‘There’s no escape from this, those four years were not in vain.’ I mumbled to myself before falling asleep. The next morning, she was gone and I asked of her from Xyla who seemed to be pissed at everything I did simply because ‘I avoid bonding with her mate’ which I found dramatic and a bit extra.

“You’ve been wonderful all day. I’ve not wanted for anything.” “Well, I’m glad,” I said, leaning against the counter and grinning up at him. Despite his strange, old-fashioned speech, there was something easy-going and comforting about him. I found that I wanted to lean closer, despite myself; once again, I’d been drawn up into his steady, unfaltering gaze. “I was actually wondering if you’d go for coffee with me, Callie.” “Oh.” A blush began to creep up my neck. “I’m sorry, Cyrus, I, ah, I actually have a boyfriend. I don’t think it would be right.”

I was back to the last time Callie put on those deathly dance shoes and trampled on me. "Arlene, are you deaf?" Mom stood nearby impatiently with a parasol in her hand. "Callie wants to go see the roses over there. Get down on the ground and be her doormat now. I'll make you pay if you delay Callie's flower-viewing." Callie looked down at me from above, a malicious smile curling at the corners of her mouth. "Arlene, hurry up. My feet can't touch the ground. You'll help me, right?"

I glared at him and said, "Roy, you'll regret this." "Regret it?" Roy looked at me coldly. "Sylvia, I only pitied you before. Now, I'll give you one last chance. Do you want to continue being my lover?" Hearing that, Ava turned toward him in shock and shot me a venomous glare, as if she would tear me apart the moment I nodded. Just as I was about to respond, the elevator arrived. Seeing me in such a pitiful state, Wilson gasped in surprise and called out my name.

I have always picked up the pieces on my own and I am not about to feign helplessness. I cannot deny that being in that shower with Cain excited a part of me I thought died the day I swore off men. But then he left me there alone to pick up my pride and now, here he stands unaffected. The entire thing pisses me off. “I am calling Zylith, we are leaving,” I say fiddling with the contact list, my words filled with conviction, now more sure than ever that I need a reality check. And staying here, drooling over the hot wolf leader is not going to get me there.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I remembered my hands gripping her curvy waist. Damn it, there isn’t another chubby woman in this entire pack—just her. I couldn't help but growl her name. Calla. I froze, the name burning through my thoughts. No. No, that couldn’t be right. It couldn’t be her. Calla Greystone. The Beta’s pathetic daughter. The chubby girl with the dull hair and the acne scars. The one who always lingered in the corners during the feast, trying too hard to be invisible. There’s no way in the Spirits’ name that I—

Maybe he’ll be able to call with her soon. I text Callie, knowing she will either bring me clarity or make me laugh. “So my cousin wants me to be Jagger’s mate and come back to White Fang.” By the time I’ve put the linens in the closet, she’s responded with a simple message. “Respectfully, FUCK HIM. That asshat left you behind. Now you got a hotter alpha.” I smile at my phone. Leave it to Callie to always put me in a better mood.

I tapped my claws on the table, drawing her attention to the sound. “And who would the Moon punish to have me by your side, King Lycan?” Callie stepped closer, feeling her way around the chair until she sat. “There are no heroes, just as there will be no romances in my story.” “Don't you think your words are too harsh on yourself?” I growled, slamming my fist on the table. “This is my reality, Alpha. What do you expect me to feel?” she replied, lifting her chin toward me. Her unseeing eyes stared in my direction, lost, just like her vision.