Callie Goulding Novels & Stories

Callie, one of the teenagers, asked. Callie had come a long way with each day that passed by. She’d been a guild prisoner for seven months before we stormed in and rescued them. She was one of those who had been experimented on. She was currently in a wheelchair but was getting stronger each day. She might never walk again, but I had to hope that she would find happiness in life. There were many who had been experimented on and would suffer from it for the foreseeable future. Violet had been working with all of them to help them to find their inner strength as well as their outer strength.

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.

I was already plotting out my future plans in my head: finish core subjects this year, take advanced units by summer, and enter law school early. Tap. My shoulder stiffened at the unexpected touch. Before I could turn around, I caught a familiar scent in the air—faint yet distinct. Mangoes. Sweet. Summery. “Andy!” My spine went rigid. I turned slowly, and there she was. Callie Gallagher. Of all the people I didn’t expect to see here, it had to be her. Her light brown hair had grown longer, with shimmering streaks of gold that glistened under the fluorescent lights. She wore a simple blouse, neatly tucked into her jeans.

Camila's P.O.V "Your phone" Clair says walking into the room and tossing the phone on the bed. I see Zoe's name on the screen whuch made me smile hard, more than I was already smiling. Clair saw my face and took a seat on the bed to hear the conversation. "Hello Zola" I say once I answered the call. "Camila, how could you!?" Zoe screeches, obviously she was crying. "How could I what?" I ask innocently, also sitting on the bed.

Her frustration grew at the realisation that the stranger might have seen her nearly n*ked. ‘Ugh! I’m never buying anything from that online boutique again!’ Callie ground her teeth, furious. Why were her clothes so easy to tear, while his seemed indestructible? Right then, Callie’s phone rang, jolting her from her thoughts. Callie dug around the pile of quilts until she’d unearthed her phone. ‘Hey, Cece, I’ve set up a blind date for you. You better go and give it a shot!’ The voice on the other end belonged to Lily Hartwell, Callie’s best friend and a B-list actress.

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

She has started catching feelings but pretends about it. They both cut the cake at the spell of love. Xander pulled out two bottles of expensive wine from his briefcase. “You came prepared bro,” Sophia said walking to the kitchen to call Lucy to get wine glasses. Xander smiled. “Tell me more about yourself”. “ What’s your profession, Callie?” Mr.Richard Hudson asked still sipping his drink and having a cake bit I’m Callie Aubrey Everett, currently Chief Marketing officer of Analytics, Inc. “In love and Engaged to Mr. James Alexander Hudson. Xander added without waiting for her to finish.

I press my lips together as I struggled with the rest of the note since Callie’s experience in her childhood begins to hunt my mind making me feel guiltier. I continued, “I didn’t have any purpose in life…. until you came. You gave me…” I trailed off as I exhaled heavily while shaking my head sideways. “You gave me hope to continue living again after what happened in Maldives. I wish to see you again.” My eyes darted at the last sentence on her letter and it broke my heart as more guilt consumes me. “That’s it?” I hear America. I cleared my throat, “Yeah.” Callie Alexandra Colton (A.K.A Rose, Georgina, Amelia, Lorraine & Victor)

Steven says leaving Zane, Casey and myself to continue watching the surveillance monitors. “How you handling all this Cal” Zane asks, name almost sounding foreign coming from him. “She’s only the beginning, I’ve had eyes on Hunter Gains and Fisher Colson for the last year” with a small laugh I pull my hood back some so only they can see my face and say “Every once and awhile I’ll have Dibs and Troy fuck with them” again I slightly laugh remembering the time Dibs broke into their apartment and flipped all the furniture around the rooms and wrote Your time is coming in their cats blood across the living room wall, “He sent me live video of the two fuck boys crying while talking to the police,