Callie Novels & Stories

The flight attendant brought me my blazer and helped me put it on then I adjusted my tie and buttoned my blazer. I descended the stairs of the private jet and I found a car waiting for me. The driver opened the door for me and I got in. He drove to the castle and I was worried sick about the whole meeting. What if they did not get convinced with what I have to say about Rayne? What if they failed to realize how peaceful she was? She was as sweet as the angel, as soft as the soft melody that calmed the self after a long exhausting day.

I lowered my voice, keeping it steady. She hesitated, and her grip loosened slightly. However, she still held the surgical blade firmly in her hand. “You… You promise? Write it out now, or I–” Her voice trembled, breaking mid-sentence. After a pause, tears slipped down her face. “I didn’t want to kill anyone…” I quickly grabbed a pen and paper. “I’ll write it! I’m writing it out now! Just calm down!” I bent down, pretending to write on the floor, while quietly speaking into the earpiece, “Officer, what do we do now?”

At first, I thought Faith was deliberately accommodating me because I was unfamiliar with the new environment. Only now did I realize this was simply normal here. No wonder so many people fought desperately to get into Heyes Hospital. The benefits and working conditions really were excellent. The next day, I accepted Faith's invitation and went to eat with her. Halfway through the meal, Rita called again. I hung up. She called again immediately. There was an almost obsessive persistence to it, as though she wouldn't stop until she reached me. We were both part of the same professional circle. I couldn't realistically delete and blacklist her forever like complete strangers.

“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.

Me: "Hey, babe, sorry had to make a call." Ann: "It's fine." She said , still giving me attitude Me: "I called my assistant. He'll be there shortly with two bodyguards. They'll bring your dinner." Ann: "But, baby, I'm not hungry." Me: "I know. Have you showered yet?" Ann: "No, not yet." Me: "Okay, go shower. I've already had mine. I'll stay on call and wait for you." Ann: "But I don't want to get up."

"I'm assuming you're not the chef." "God, no. I’m the man who makes sure the King looks like a King," he said, reaching out to flick a stray hair from my shoulder with a gloved hand. "And apparently, I’m the man who has to turn you into a Goddess of War in the next three hours. He called me at 4:00 AM, sounding... different. Now I see why." He leaned in closer, his perfume smelling of expensive oud and secrets. "I'm Flyn. Put that spatula down, honey. We have a mansion to infiltrate and a legacy to incinerate. If we’re going to announce your 'extinction' to the Hudsons, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an apron."

Please also tell Axton that I love him. With Love, Callie’

A reverend sister shrieked, running to her with her terror stricken face, her eyes wide with fear for Roger. “My God, Callie, what have you done!?” Sister Aisha cried. Callie's jerked her head towards her, her eyes brimming with hot tears, her face burning red with rage. “Stop calling me that!” She screamed in her face, “He's dead! Don't call me that anymore! Please!” She cried, throwing herself to the ground and hugging her knees, crying agonizingly. Nobody called her Callie anymore. Rather, they said her name in full —Calista. Callie was dead. She died with her fa

Isaac did the same, then we both slid into our seat. His muscles were tense, and his breathing was dark. He started the car with a little force. This didn't scare me. He doesn't scare me. I'm Callie Janet, the number 1 speed demon in the Glint pack.The ride as awkward and silent. This worried me, he so knows. I took calming breaths and prepared myself for rejection. We pulled into our driveway, he took out his keys grabbed his bag and went inside the house.

“Thank you for letting me know, Nurse Carren. If they return, tell them I’ll see them in my cubicle.” “Noted, Doc.” “I’ll set up my table now so we can start.” Carren nodded and went back to the receiving area. Calley entered her cubicle still smiling, ready to serve the people who had come. She was proud that her work was being recognized by the community. She had no idea that catastrophe was about to unfold in her life… * * *