Novel & Cerita Final Call Book

I hang up the upcoming call on my phone for the umpteenth time this morning before I decide to just switch it off. Today's got to be perfect. I can't afford distractions. I ignore the weird feeling laced with that word. After taking a few breaths, I finally step out of my car and make my way into the giant building I've googled too many times. It looks even better in person. "Hi how are you doing?"

"Hey, ease up, quit bothering my friend. Mia's voice asserted, cutting through the airwaves with a tone that held a hint of authority. In that moment, the realization dawned on me, and I quickly checked the phone. They were on a conference call. A wave of relief washed over me. I decided to bring the conference call to a close. "Whatever, it's too late," I declared, my tone carrying a hint of playful resignation. As I reached the inevitable conclusion, I casually added, "I'm hanging up," before decisively ending the call.

Because my older sister, Zara Gomez, dreamed of becoming a psychologist, I became her favorite test subject simply because I had been highly sensitive since birth. She said children should not be given too much security, so my parents missed every important moment in my life for years. She said people at their lowest should not be coddled, so when I was critically injured in a car accident, they turned around and went on vacation to Coral Isle. Only Aaron Shaw ever stood up to them. He would tell me gently, "Cry if you need to. I'm here." Then came the wedding by the beach. I waited and waited, but he never showed. Holding up the hem of my wedding dress, I searched the beach anxiou

I’m close to my phone when it rings again. “Shit!” I rush forward, holding out my hand to telekinetically bring my phone to me. It’s Kristy again, and I silence the call as fast as I can. There’s demonic dog drool on the screen, making my phone unable to register my finger. I quickly wipe the phone off on my dress and then answer Kristy’s call. “The fuck, Callie!” she spits. “Where the hell are you?” “I told you, I’m in the building next to the bar. Are you still at the bar?” I take a few quiet steps down the hall.

Near evening the secondary channel carried a short message from Elias. The outside party has acknowledged the formal closure of the residual claim. No further legal approach is expected at this time. Residual network activity remains near zero. Standard caution remains in effect. Separate note: the party’s acknowledgment included a reference to the same historical date previously cited. The reference was incidental in form. It was not incidental in meaning. They still want us to know that they remember. Kael read it and looked at me. Draven closed the channel. The claim was closed. The memory was not.

At least I believe I did… After a freaking long fucking week's search, I recieved a small tiny little message from my trusted ally Kyle about the fucking goddam magical relic, and it led me back to the one of my most favourite and frequently visited crazy ass place, the neon-lit underbelly of this idiotic supernatural world, a highly sought high-end bar of supernaturals where the drinks were fucking strong and the secrets were even stronger.

Kiara POV It's the final day before the event and my phone has been buzzing with different calls. “Mrs Darkwood, the catering service just called back, and they agreed to do it,” a Darkwood member said. “ Ohh good, okay, just send them the venue details and bring the payment account to my office,” I replied, and then I cut the call. The phone rang again and I picked it up. “Mrs Darkwood, the entertainment industry has agreed too, ma'am,” another member said.

But he composed himself and nodded make a mental note of all the thing he had to do. Rean took his phone out, and the first thing he did to do a conference call to all of his friend. "Sir, Mr cable knight, Jayden William, Mr Michal Rico, Mr Augst Jerome, Mr Song Jimin and Mr Landon Weaver. Are on the call." "It first time in my life receiving a call from Rean Windsor." "He is going to do something big, I have a bad feeling." "I was so shocked when my phone ring, I rubbed my eyes for three-time before accepting "

By late afternoon, my phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t an unknown number. It was the club. I stepped into an empty stairwell before opening the message. Please confirm your availability for tonight. No explanation. No apology. No acknowledgment that the booking shouldn’t exist. I typed back slowly, I already have a booking. The reply came faster than I expected. Yes. That is the one. My chest tightened. There was no spacing window, I wrote. That’s against policy. Three dots appeared. Disappeared and appeared again.

“Chester, I know you acted impulsively because the family member was rude to you. Just apologize to Mr. Dawson, and let’s consider this matter closed.” I deliberately gritted my teeth and further escalated the conflict. “Mr. Dawson, I committed assault. Why should I be tolerated?” Albert’s face darkened. “What would you have me do?” “I’ve already said it. I’ll suspend myself and go home to reflect!” Skylar asked me furiously, “Have you lost your mind?” Just as she pointed a finger at me and was about to berate me, someone called for her from outside. “Dr. Finch, a patient named Peter White is here to see you.”