Clay Calloway Sing 2 Novels & Stories

Paul called, holding towels in his hand, “come on, don’t catch a cold.” “I’m coming too,” Jenny said, stepping out of the water and taking the other towel Paul offered her. Jenny stepped in front of me, wrapping herself in the towel. “Be glad you don’t have a girlfriend, Jay,” she said, glancing at me. “If you were seeing someone, she definitely wouldn’t have clapped for that little nighttime stunt. She’d probably ask whether it was your idea, and without even waiting for your admission, she’d calmly scold you, saying it was a very stupid joke. Then she’d ask you to promise not to do it again. She probably wouldn’t call you by your nickname—if she even gave you one—but she’d just call you Ja

I answer honestly. “That might be the most touching thing anyone has ever said to me,” she whispers, and I can hear the emotion in her voice. “We’ve got the rest of our lives together, Sorrell, trust me, I’ll top that one in no time,” I wink, making her laugh. I turn on the radio and ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough’ by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell comes on the radio and I start singing along, much to Sorrell’s amusement. I never claimed I was a good singer.

“Daddy won’t let anyone get you.” Klay stands back and looks away while I sit on the sofa and rock my mini-Lenora and hum a song to her. The only one I can think of on the spot is Run to The Hills by Iron Maiden, but it doesn’t matter. When she hears it, her sobs ease into ragged breaths.

"Sing your breakout hit for me. One hundred times, and I let you live." "One hundred times?" Kallax hesitated, then forced his voice out. "Ayo, ayo, ayo." Cyrus' brows snapped together. "What the hell is that supposed to be?" Kallax looked wounded. "That is my breakout song! It won awards!" Cyrus clicked his tongue, unimpressed. "You trying to play cute with me? You know exactly which song I mean. Sing." Vincent clutched his stomach and laughed. "Not just sing. You gotta dance and rap too!"

Cain moves closer again before asking, “ What is?” “I don’t know,” I say with tears running down my face. I move my hands to cover my ears as the call is playing on an endless loop. I hear Alec and Cain speak to each other and I hear the loud thud of feet hitting the stairs as many people seem to be on the move.

Cali asks me. “I would have to say yes. He’s an Alpha. He’s not used to being turned down.” As we’re talking, the music in the bar turns off. Cali and I look around. “What’s going on?” It’s quiet for a moment, then we hear the sound of horrible singing. “Love, I get so lost sometimes Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart” “Oh my goddess, is that someone singing karoke? They’re terrible.” We look around. Anders has a microphone and is walking toward us. Clint is walking beside him, and he has a….is that a boombox that he’s carrying over his head?

‘The moment I wake up, before I put on my makeup, I say a little prayer for you. Elias listened, captivated by her candid display of joy. As the song reached its end, Callie turned towards him, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. ‘Can you sing, Elias?’ ‘You’ve heard me sing before.’ Callie wagged a finger. ‘I meant love songs, not army chants.’ A faint tinge of embarrassment coloured Elias’s cheeks. ‘I don’t sing well.’ Callie leaned closer. ‘Oh, come on! Just sing for me. Pretty please! Just indulge me.’

This man felt like ice. “I’m Roman Calloway,” he said. Roman. The name landed heavily. Not Cole. The name from the hotel had been Cole—I remembered that clearly. The realization hit me so hard I almost sat back down. Twins. They had to be twins. There was no other explanation.

“This song is entitled, ‘Is this Love’.” With the screaming fans and the beaming phones at hand recording every second of what is running in the current time and very scene like a romantic movie at hand. Clay smirks as he sends his confirming gesture pointing towards him as he tries to evade it immediately and casually. His mind is in chaos as Clay pertains to his words and the very title of the song of what he is feeling about him right now. Taking it as a joke as it probably is, he is someone who likes to make fun of him and is still not finished making his life awkward in the worst possible way. The band plays smoothly as Clay started to sing.

she replied with a smile. “ Food date it is then" he pumped his fists in the air turning in the radio as 'Show Me' by the Nigerian artiste Joeboy played while they sang to the song on top of their voices. "Lady I dey call you to answer Baby me I want to pamper You today Gimme chance me I no go used you play Oh na na an Make our body join body tonight And I wan know if e dey possible (oh oh) I wanna put my hands on your waist