Callie Arizona Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

It was then that I realized… Callie wasn’t afraid. She was hungry…

Luckily, he didn't know I already shared a bond with Callie. “How the hell did you even get in here?” Demanded Amir the moment I showed up inside Callie's mind to find him holding her naked body against some huge-ass bed. Damn that made my blood boil! I was so damn jealous, but I was also angry because I knew she didn't want that.

“We hold them and let witnesses count their toes. I do not want a war, but I am not a wall he can carve.” Nods roll around the table. There is the small exhale a room makes when people have a job again. Work keeps fear from chewing through the floor. The lieutenants file out. Casen lingers. I stay by the window and watch rain braid itself across the courtyard. I open Calla’s thread. My thumb hovers on the screen. Calla. I want to tell you everything and I cannot yet. I am safe. I think of you every day. I am coming back. Please trust me.

Chapter Thirty-nine Aric I had been standing in the same spot for over an hour, waiting for her to return. By the time she did, she came back with that same guy from yesterday! My blood boiled, and I found it difficult to contain my anger. It was the hardest thing I'd experienced in years. When Mari called me saying she was going on another trip and would be out of the city again, I thought it would be my chance to make it up to Caelia and follow my heart rather than pushing back my feelings.

“Don't you want me, too?” “Callie, you know that's not—” “Then fuck me.” She kept struggling with the zipper of her dress, tears streaming down her cheeks. It was quite easy to understand why she was in tears. She seemed heartbroken—but this….it wasn't going to— “I want you to touch me.” Callie’s soft voice sent a shudder down my spine. She's Jake's daughter. My best friend's daughter.

Calla’s POV Sleep came in broken pieces, filled with strange dreams about golden eyes and sounds that seemed impossible for any human to make. When I finally woke up, sunlight flooded the room through windows I didn't remember opening. My body felt weighed down by a deep, persistent tiredness. The sheets still smelled like Kane—like leather and wildness, with a hint of something that made my heart ache for reasons I couldn't explain. Kane hadn't come back. I had been listening for him, waiting to hear his footsteps or the sound of his truck or motorcycle returning, but the cabin stayed quiet, except for the forest sounds that felt too watchful, almost as if they were waiting for something.

The deal everyone pretended was love. Noah Callahan was perfect on paper. Old money meeting new money. The Callahan real estate empire merging with Blake Industries. A name that opened doors and silenced questions. He remembered dates. Sent flowers chosen by his assistant. Never raised his voice. Never surprised her. Never made her feel anything. The realization tightened her chest. A memory rose without warning. Cool sand beneath her bare feet. Firelight flickering against skin. A voice rough with hunger, saying her name like it mattered.

He wonders if she will ever talk to him again. She slumps onto the couch and pulls the blanket over her. Callie relaxes her body sinking into the couch. Her eyes flutter and a smile creeps over her lips. She remembered the couple she saw on her way back and thought about how lucky they were. What made her think that those couples were perfect? Her imagination runs wild, totally oblivious to the fact that she’s not asleep yet. She kept on fantasizing about the couples, making out on the road, how they were kissing passionately as everyone stood by, watching. She was still in her thoughts when Xander walked in and switched on the light to see if he could resolve the conflict between them.

she suggests, and I find myself nodding. We swap numbers and chat for a little while. She seemed sweet and funny too, but she wasn’t like Arya. Though Callie seems very straightforward, something I don’t come across too often. “It was nice to meet you, Kyson. I expect your call sooner rather than later.” She runs off before I have a chance to say anything else.