Callie Torres Now Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Acela approached Amber cautiously and reasoned, "Are you worried that the Callie Group will ask for a high margin and steal most of the profits? We can..." Acela froze. A few meters behind her, the office door was gently pushed open from the outside, and a slim and slender female figure slowly walked in. It was none other than Callie. She wore a simple and professional suit, revealing her pair of long legs that were straight and without excessive fat. Her hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. She looked young and exuded a strong, innate confidence. Even Amber envied Callie's outstanding temperament. "You're Amber Chesire?"

“I didn’t know that it was polite to tease and snicker about what Vincent Baros does in the bedroom.” Eyebrows raised as the eyes shifted from Vin to Callie. Sparing a glance at the crime lord, Callie was pleased to note he had calmed down a little. “And if anybody was actually interested, I’m a music student, graduating this semester,” she continued. “You are all more than welcome to attend my final show.” “Ah, the show that Vincent sponsored? You’re a joke.” Callie only shrugged. “If being a model student, and the top running candidate to be scouted by music executives at my graduation show, where I will star as the lead, is a joke to you… then yeah, I guess I am.”

Torre nodded graciously, and Trigger continued alone. “Like I said – the longer we wait, the more time they have to prepare. We’re all ready – we were ready for this last night, but Callie went and got herself caught.” She shook her head at me, but it was fondness that swelled in her gaze, rather than suspicion, now. “But that’s given us the advantage – a happy little accident that they didn’t account for. So, Cals,” she grinned, “you’d best get talking. Tell us everything you know.”

the doctor asked, looking at Callie. “Of course, I’m enthusiastic. This is my child,” Callie answered with a smile. The doctor frowned in confusion. “Your child?” Sierra lowered her head and clasped her hands tightly as a nurse came in to clean the gel off her stomach. Her emotions were in turmoil, though she couldn’t pinpoint why. Yet every word that came out of Callie’s mouth left her feeling… perplexed. “Yes, she’s my child,” Callie said firmly. *** After leaving the hospital, Callie chose to return home with the driver while Axton and Sierra went to the office. Callie seemed extremely enthusiastic about preparing for the party, as she only had two days left.

I was starting to doubt that she heard me. “Victoria? Victoria Johnson?” I repeated. That seemed to knock her out of the trance she was in. “Yes but my friends call me Tori. Not that you and I are friends, I don't even know you. For all I know you are a serial killer or even worse, someone that kicks puppies. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insinuate that you are a serial killer. I’m sure you’re a nice guy. Of course, there is no way I would actually know whether or not you are nice because, as I said, you are a stranger so…Yes, I am her. Victoria. And you are Caleb Stallone. If you don’t mind, I’m going to shut up now.”

To Faith . ‘Callum Travis Villanueva, a well-known business tycoon were now engaged to a businesswoman and a model, Faithlyn Carrillo.’ He’s now . . . with his beloved.

he says and leaves Callum ? He fucking remembers my name. " Wow " I yell and look back at my friends. Savvy had this knowing look on her face. Tasha was giving me a smirk and Jay was grinning so wide his lips would fall off. I stand up from my chair and I do a little happy dance right there,I know weird but you need to get used to it. I, Callum Dove will do alot of weird things from now on.

I felt a little dread creep through me as my eyes hovered over the heading. I flipped to the tab marked RIVERA, CALLIE — INTERNAL STRATEGY NOTES. The photo at the top was a basic headshot—probably pulled from the bakery’s official website or a business license. She looked the same. Curly brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and that soft smile she usually reserved for pets and babies. Her name read CALLIE RIVERA (FKA CALLIE EVANS). Beneath this, a few lines were underlined in red: Current Residence: 742 East Willow Drive