Callie Novels & Stories

She has no idea how gorgeous she is right now. Yesterday was a big day for my Callie. It was her 18th birthday. A day I had been counting down for the last 5 years of my life. But that wasn't the only thing of significance that happened.

I said quietly. “I did do a good job at that but you could be wearing a garbage bag and still be the most intriguing woman at this ceremony, little trouble maker.” Kai said in a low sexy growl. What was happening and why was Kai bringing out this type of reaction from me. “You may want to answer that, it seems someone is really trying to get a hold of you.” I hadn’t even noticed my phone ringing until then. I looked down at my phone. I had missed several calls and texts from Kassius. Shit he must be looking for me. I noticed a voicemail pop up and quickly pressed play.

Every dead end felt like a punch to the gut, but the image of Annalisa’s hopeful eyes spurred me on. One evening, as I sat hunched over a pile of dusty case files, my phone buzzed. It was Caleb, his voice a hushed urgency. “Meet me at the docks,” he said cryptically. “I think I found something.” A jolt of adrenaline shot through me. The docks weren’t exactly known for their high society clientele, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Throwing on a jacket, I raced out the door, a sliver of hope battling the gnawing fear in my gut.

she sighed. Catherine has got a crush. As she breathed heavily, the ringing of her cellphone took her by surprise. She jumped at the ring tone before reaching for her phone on her pocket and answering the call. “Yes mom?”

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 actres

Callan said as he assessed me from head to toe. "Yup beautiful as always" He said and smiled which I returned gratefully. "Wait" I said as I patted his chest area and felt something inside his jacket. "What's that?" I asked. Callan reached inside his jacket and pulled out a velvet box. "Oh shiiiitttt" He said as he looked at the box and then at me. "Please tell me that is not the thing you were looking for" I said, amazed at his stupidity. "I-" He looked so caught off guard. Of course this was the thing he was looking for!

A small frown appeared on her face. "I told you not to call my phone when I'm at work, mother. Why don't you listen?" She reprimanded her mother. "Is this Caitlyn Hugh?" A male voice asked. She checked the caller ID and it was indeed her mother. "Who are you and why are you with my mother's phone?" She asked. "Your mother was involved in a terrible accident, ma'am," He broke the news. Caitlyn's jaw dropped open while a pool of tears instantly began to form in her eyes.

Pamela, my classmate, asked me. They glared at my phone. Why do I even feel nervous when they don't even know that this is Gage Stockholm who's calling me? Shit, just stay calm Tate. Don't act weird, they know you sat next to Gage and Peter at the train a while ago. Gage calling... Damn it. I answered his call and placed my phone next to my ear. They began to look away and started gushing about Gage Stockholm and Peter Payton again. "Why did you cancel my call a while ago?" Gage asks.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach