Don't Call Me Home Novels & Stories

I didn't have time for this circus. I pulled out my phone to call my brother, Liam Sterling. I tried a dozen times. No answer. Dad had just died. I didn't want a huge scene. I put my phone away and looked at the woman preening on my lawn. "I’m Liam’s sister, Stella Sterling." I tried to be patient. "I’ve been away on business trip, so it makes sense you haven't met me. Don't make this a bigger deal than it is. I just want my father to rest in peace."

"Grandma, it's nothing. I want to see you, but I'm afraid you won't be home. So I'll call you in advance." "I'm at home. Come quickly. I miss you too." Upon hearing that, he smiled bitterly. Although he didn't hear Gabriella's voice, he could already guess what she said on the phone. What she wanted to ask was whether he was at home. "By the way, Grandma, is anyone else at home?" she asked meaningfully. Aster instantly knew who she was referring to. She glared at Henry and said firmly, "No! It's just me and Tina at home."

Alora I wasn’t angry at being sedated, and in fact Killian had asked me. I was afraid that if he attempted to keep me restrained in the car I would lose my ever loving shit. Not that I haven’t already been losing my shit, as that’s kind of been the whole theme for a little while now. Ah, who the fuck am I kidding, I have been losing my shit my whole fucking life.

"I won't." I walk out after requesting lasagna with mashed potatoes and baked chicken for dinner. Making my way out onto the porch, my phone starts ringing, startling me in the process. The caller ID shows Dave calling, one of Malias' friends. "Taylor here," I answered, picking up. "Where are you, chicka?"

Instead, she clicks on the minimized page below her desktop and the word document envelopes the screen. Just as she is about to start editing, the intro to 'Dua Lipa's Levitating' blasts out in the serene apartment. Charlie blushes as Bulky looks up from the page he's been focused on for the past ten minutes. A blank look makes Charlie apologize lowly and grab her phone from the center table. "Jordan." She answers curtly. "Hello, I'm calling from Scotland and I'd like to ask if there's a certain Blurin Jameson in your residence?" A thickly accented voice queries.

I stepped out of the now-cold bath, wrapped a towel around my body, and shivered at the thought of what might have happened if Kent had been in there with me. “Jenna, it’s me, Promise. I’ve been so worried. I… I couldn’t reach you all night, and you weren’t at home. Your uncle and aunt, they said you didn’t come back. Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay.” Her voice was hurried, panicked, full of concern, but I couldn’t bring myself to accept it. Not after I blocked all their numbers last night. “I’m okay,” I replied briefly, putting the phone on speaker.

'Cause I know I don't wanna live without you, yeah Come on, let's turn this all around Bring it all back to that bar downtown When you wouldn't let me walk out on you, yeah You said, "Hey, whatcha doing for the rest of your life?" And I said, "I don't even know what I'm doing tonight" Went from one conversation to your lips on mine And you said, "I never regretted the day that I called you mine" So I call you mine Can I call you mine?…

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 "Get off of me, you damn it!" "Get me off!" "Akh!!" I was forced to bite Gerald's shoulder. He lowered me, as if he wanted to slam on the floor. I really want to slap. Now I don't have a cell phone to go home to, and it's dark. Forced, I have to give in and go home with this devil.

My thoughts swirl, creating a confusing mix. A phone rings. The familiar ringtone makes my hands clench into fists. Mum. I let the phone ring. Once. Twice. Thrice. The fifth time she calls, I wrench it from the bed and storm to the window. I pull the curtains open. It’s late but my eyes catch movement below. This is the city where people never sleep. “Cal,” Mum says. “Where are you?” “I’m not coming home tonight,” I tell her and end the call. She knew about Cathy.

He gently pressed his hand against my shoulder, leaned in close, and in those beautiful golden eyes, I saw a purity of longing and humility I had never witnessed before. He said, “Master… please take me home.” Master. This was a title Nolan had never once uttered, yet he spoke it with such devotion and sincerity, as if cradling a burning heart and carefully offering it to me. I looked at him, then glanced back toward the town. A mad yet clear thought suddenly popped into my head. Yes, since Nolan despises me so much and is so eager to find a new master, why shouldn’t I just replace him? It’s time for a trade-in.