Novel & Cerita Callie Turner

I knew she must've been in pain when I ran away from Callan and I was truely sorry that I did that to her. "I can't really stay mad when you give such a good ass apology, now can I bitch?" She snickered, annoyed that instead of fighting with her, I apologised. Callan suddenly stood up from his seat, the chair made a scraping noise against the floor and it fell back because he stood up with such force. "What happened?!" I asked him worried as too why he was being frantic like this. "We need to go, our home is on fire!" He said as he quickly pulled out some money from his pocket and dropped the bills on the table.

Damn, Axton knew exactly what made Callie drop the things in her hands. With trembling steps and eyes already filled with tears, Callie took a few steps back and said, “You’re both disgusting traitors.” It was the last thing she said before turning around and running quickly. Oh God…

Jenna stood below the stage, her face streaked with tears, lips trembling, but unable to say a single word. I did not spare them a glance. I turned and walked out of the conference hall. Back in the office, Celeste followed me in and shut the door. "Ms. Cladwell—no, CEO, did you see Adrian's face just now? He looked like he swallowed a fly."

Third-Person POV No hard proof, so the cops cut Jocelyn loose. She walked out free—but her name was wrecked. The second she stepped outside, something smacked into her. "You've got zero ethics! How are you even a doctor?!" "Pay it back! Jocelyn Gill, you don't deserve any of this!" Her chest tightened. She bolted for the apartment. The door flew open— Calvin was already there, cramming clothes into his suitcase.

They just got home and Cain went inside the washroom to freshen up while Cali went straight to the kitchen to feed herself some delicious chocolate ice cream. It was when she got a call from an unknown number. She frowned as she settled herself on the couch in the living room holding the tub full of ice cream in her hands. She was contemplating if she should pick up the call or not. At last, she picked it up. "Hello, Cali Ruth here. Who is this?" She asked politely.

From the audience, Linda stepped forward, her eyes brimming with tears, her lips curving into a soft, triumphant smile. “Sierra, do you remember me? The Linda Lowe you bullied for ten years. I bet you never imagined a day would come when we’d stand on equal ground. “But it’s fine. I don’t blame you anymore. What’s done is done. The past is behind us now.” The live stream made her an overnight sensation. Before I could even process what was happening, the reporters that Alec and my brother had arranged swarmed in, surrounding me. “Miss Wood, is it true that you’re still bullying newcomers on set?”

"She can now turn it off, protect others, and protect herself." "Did you guide her through any of this? She discovered all of that fast," Elizabeth questioned Evelyn. "No, she found out everything on her own. I only helped her in practicing," Evelyn replied. It was forbidden for Evelyn to introduce my abilities to me, I had to figure them out on my own. "What's the emergency that brought you here?" Samantha asked us and I looked at Adrian. "Tyler Beckett involved black magic in our system and the black magic witch is Eleanor," Adrian started and I could see the surprise all over their faces. Adrian and Roland started telling the Supreme Court everything, not leaving any details out.

I don't know what's with that Dillion guy why she's ignoring me and she's entertaining him instead. I grabbed my phone out and scanned through my messages but nothing from Tate. Not even missed calls. Nothing from her. I've been texting her and calling her too, but she's not responding at all. I grabbed the remote and turned on the television, scanning through the channels but I was caught up when Peter sent me a message. Peter: You may not like this but you have to see it. Turn to channel 2.

“You really don’t want to come with me?” Calista’s voice echoed in his ear as he sat at his desk, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished surface while he contemplated whether to call her or not. Calista had gone to Dallas with Valerie, working with Mrs. Winfrey on the public awareness campaign to save the house, and Valerie had just returned. She walked into his office with updates.

“Do you have a question Callie, because if you do I suggest you cut the aggression from your tone.” “They are dead…she killed them, she fucking murdered them.” “Who murdered whom?” “Your mate…she murdered my parents. Look…look for yourself.” She once again shoves the phone into my chest, pressing play on a video. I watch on in horror as the CCTV shows a clip of Runa behind a bar, Callie’s parents Alpha Bill and Luna Louise sitting at the bar, before sipping back on a drink…Runa turning her back on them as Callie’s dad