Callsign For Lovers Novels & Stories

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Malik rolled his eyes, “I am hardly forbidden fruit, Hans. And, no, she has not. We’ve only just met. I would think less of her if she gave in so easily.” The piece of fruit soared an inch above Malik’s ear. He jerked to the side, staring at his now red-faced friend, “Malik, how could you be so foolish?” Hans growled, “Have you learned nothing?” “You forget your place.” Malik warned. “No, it is you who forgets yours. This will end badly for her, Malik. It will end the same as all the others. She will never love you once she sees you for what you truly are.”

Killian overheard their conversation and he winked at Lilo, to which she replied with a sweet smile. "Well, at least don't try to get with K. I've got my eyes on that one." she whispered before flipping her hair at Yeri, smacking her on the face and walking away with Killian. Yeri shook her head in annoyance. Lizzy and Damon stood on the edge, getting ready to jump when a school of bats suddenly buzzed through the woods in panic. AWOOOOO! Every wolves present heard the warning howl from the patrol team in the distance. Yeri switched on her mind-link and heard Rocco's voice calling for all wolves to leave the Irvine Falls as a few rogue vampires had been sighted near the woods.

Vito snatched the notice from him, his gaze locking onto the few lines of bold black print. "Alliance between the Luca and Moretti families broken! As of today, Vito Luca and Alessia Moretti are officially divorced!"

“Here. Chiltern hospice gala, four years ago. Here. The opera thing. Here, the children’s charity where they auction other people’s holiday homes. Same three men, same four years, always the same events, never once photographed talking to each other.” “That’s not a connection. That’s a social calendar.” “It’s the same social calendar, Michael. Rich strangers don’t accidentally attend the identical eleven parties a year for four years.” She stopped on one image and tapped three women, arm in arm, laughing at something off-camera. “There’s your link. Not the men. The wives.” I looked. My database had those three logged as spouses. Dependents. Rounding error. “They’re friends,” Celeste said. “C

Clint’s body sprawled beside it motionless. Sarah stood beyond the altar, hand on the Crown, wearing the vessel’s mark. The Hollow’s fire wrapped around her. The blood moon’s image reflected in her eyes. “John,” she said simply. He staggered forward. “Sarah.” The altar’s light surged. Callen’s voice echoed from above. “This is it.” John stepped closer. “I love you.” She didn’t respond. The Crown pulsed. The altar opened. Light exploded upward. The blood moon’s reflection in the pool cracked.

*Liam* “That's all for today, I guess,” I said as I slid into the backseat and looked at Ryder who was already seated and waiting for me. “Yes,” Ryder confirmed as he ticked off the schedule on his iPad. We just exited the venue for the last table read for Love unscripted. I glanced at the script placed on the hand rest in between us and picked it up. I ghosted my fingers over the intricately written title on the front page— Love unscripted.

“Come on, man! Coach is calling us. They’re taking pictures!” I nodded, grabbing my helmet and following him. The whole team was already grouped near the banner, our name painted bold and loud, 'Asphalt Vixens.' Coach had chosen that name for us and we all agreed on it except Mr. Cold Ryan who didn't make a choice. Coach came running, face red but beaming. “Ethan, I've said it and I'll say it again, you boys really killed it out there!” He grabbed me and Marco both in a tight side hug. “First and second! You made history for us today!”

Indeed it was another letter and I opened the paper with unnecessary eagerness biting at my skin. But the first words was enough to compare to a bucket full of ice pouring down my back. This one's for you. IRIS. Who in this vicinity officially knows me as Iris? Those who do would never send me a post card except my parents but they refer to me as Teddy. I stopped my over thinking and continued to read to decipher who sent it. Hunter's playing games with us, And this is a fair warning. My skills are unlimited but his time is. Signed. $oldo××

Sal's earpod blasted Lewis Capaldi's "Someone you loved" as he plopped down on his bed with a deep sigh. His dad had promised to stop by Care Bare Hospital on his way home but for that moment, Sal had the magnificent manor and all it's rooms and everything in it to himself. He sat up on his bed after a few minutes apparently restless, trying to figure out what he had to do. The businessman hadn't given him any instructions yet and it was killing him.