Callie Goulding Novels & Stories

Much to my surprise, Ryder and Shade's eyes don't wander as this goddess walks the floor like a runway. "Mr. Rux, Mr. Riel, a pleasure to see you." Holy shit even her voice is sexy and elegant. Low and smooth with a slight rasp to it. Her gaze falls on me and her smile widens. "Ah, this must be Miss Johnson." She holds out a hand to me. Picking my jaw up off the floor I place my hand in hers. Her other hand falls on top of mine. Tugging lightly, she brings me closer. "I'm Callie."

His eyes glaze over, something I have seen before, he is using the mind-link. “He’ll live.” Cain’s reply is curt and unfeeling. I do not like his tone and flinch at the uncaring in his voice. I am about to call him on it when a booming voice calls from down the hall. “I want to see her!” I turn and see Avery and Alec attempting to block the path of another woman dressed in a tight cream dress, high heels and gold bangles on her wrists. She has the same hair colour as Avery and Alec and the same beautiful blue eyes.

Alexander's reaction shocked everyone, especially Callie. Callie looked at Alexander and watched as he and Amber held each other's hands. She felt the judgmental eyes of the crowd on her, and the tears of joy on her face stopped flowing. 'He… He doesn't recognize me? How is that possible?' "This is the Chairman of Callie Group, Callie Xanthos." Amber was equally surprised, but she introduced Callie to Alexander as requested. "Miss Xanthos wanted to make a deal with me. She wanted to trade the Callie Group in exchange for me divorcing you—"

"Tonight, we have a rare item. A masterpiece of flesh and blood." I stood there, my hands trembling at my sides, the restrictive silk of my gown feeling like a straightjacket. I tried to turn, to run, but Thaddeus’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back toward the center of the stage. "Look at her," he shouted, gesturing to me with a sneer. "Veronica Hudson. She looks like a saint, doesn't she? So pure. So untouched." He leaned into the microphone, his voice dripping with venomous lies.

Several of the other wives and girlfriends came over to offer help, but Callie wanted nothing to do with any of them. Not once during the hour that passed did Callie beg for cheap toys. Or sugar-laden snacks. Nor did she demand to know where her mother was. Or if her father was all right. Or why they couldn’t leave. She just curled into Channing and clung to her like a scared monkey. “Channing!” She spun around to see Colby limping down the bleacher stairs. “Colby? What are you doing here?” “Mary Morgan sent me.” Channing couldn’t read in his eyes whether it was good or bad news.

Savvy asks. The Cally you know has never fallen in love too. " No she doesn't quit " I say " Tomorrow we are gonna show Liam Scott just what Dove Callum is made of " I add and grin.

She never imagined that she could be that wild to the point of forgetting where she was. ‘Ooh my God, I don’t know how uncle Eliphas is going to look at me from today onwards. My perfect image has crumbled right before his eyes and I have nowhere to hide.’ Maya thought. Her mind was screaming in frustration while Calista almost her head off in her mind.

Their shoulders were nearly touching as they were looking at a phone. The woman had delicate features, and her cheeks were tinged pink. There was also a subtle hint of joy in her eyes. Anyone could have gotten the wrong idea. Calista glanced at them, turned on her heel, and left before Lucian could speak. The man frowned and followed after her. "Callie, let me explain …" As the two sped off, the tense Cailyn slowly relaxed. Her bag had distorted in shape from her tight grip. She lifted her phone with shaky hands and took several photos of a particular section of the party hall before stepping back inside.

But inevitably, some of that apprehension melted away in the face of what lay just beyond the grand entrance hall. "Oh no," Selena whispered, her eyes widening in recognition of the figure approaching us. Callie Monroe stood poised before us in an elegant powder-blue dress that likely cost more than my monthly rent. It was like she’d just come back from a yacht rather than stepping into a work-in-progress construction site. "What a pleasant surprise," Callie drawled, her smile as sharp and slow as a serpent’s strike. "If it isn’t the career woman herself." I felt my body tense in her presence. Selena's expression morphed into a visible grimace.

An angel? I opened the folder to find a lot of reports and papers and even pictures. The first thing that caught my eyes was a picture of Callie sleeping on a hospital bed unconscious. I looked at the date and it was January 2009 when Callie was 15 I guess. I clenched my jaw knowing that she was hurt when she was younger. I put the picture on the table and started reading a report that said:- " Callie Richard Anderson, Age 15, Canadian. Fell of the stairs at her house and broke her ribs and her left leg.