Final Call Book Novels & Stories

With brisk steps he was out the door and made Hunter confirm the fact Tai had called him weird to be true. Hunter was about to put the money into the cash register when he found the note in it. ‘reservation for table 14 by 9:50pm’ “if we aren’t closed already” He muttered in response to his letter. “Take care of yourself okay?” Jeanie said to Louisa with her hands cupping her little face. They were outside the hotel room saying their final goodbyes to each other in the windy night. The baby girl nodded affirmatively and had a bright smile on her face.

I'm fine thanks I wanna sleep bye" I said and ended the call . Before I went off into dream land. _________^_________^_____________^______ Hey people its succy ❤. I hope you are liking my book so far? anyways I like reading comments to know your thoughts on the book so feel free to comment. ~Succy

“This is Max Dunham, and I want to book Stevie for Friday at 9 p.m.” I check the calendar program and it shows Stevie on the list with an opening at 9 but she has an appointment at 11 too. “She’s available at 9 but booked at 11. Will that work for you or will you need her for a different evening?” “That will work.” He disconnects the call and I search his name in the database. He’s there and it’s easy to input the information. Things run smoothly until a quarter to noon, when the phone rings. “Elegant Escorts, how may I help you?”

"Cancel all appointments I have with any individual, issue another appointment date, if they don't respond, forget about them, they are the ones that need from me, I don't need from them, if you can't do the job, maybe you can consider losing your job" I said ending the call immediately, not wanting to hear any gibberish from her, I have important things to deal with, which is very important, I heard a bing from my computer, it was an email, and it was sent by Carson, my investigator. He sent an email and it have the pictures of the reins attached to it, attached was a message,

I stood up, pulled out my flow, and started reading but halfway through, I lost my pace. "Mae, you're on the wrong card," Carmen said gently. "That's the advantage, not the plan text." Before I could answer, my phone rang and when I looked,it was an unknown number. "Hello?" "Ms. Delaney? This is St. Mary's Hospital billing department. We're calling to schedule a payment plan discussion for..." My throat went dry. "I...okay. When?" "Would Thursday at two work for you?" "Sure, fine, whatever." My hands were shaking. "Is that all?"

Midnight in Mayrelle City. Snow filled the sky. I clutched the divorce agreement in my palm and didn't feel cold at all. A message popped up on my phone—from my sister. Just as expected. He had rushed off again to be with her. Maisie: [Adele, your husband and I have run out of condoms. Can you bring some over for us?] Maisie: [Carthorpe Hotel, Room 1206. Make sure they're ultra-thin.]

And underneath it, a single line of text in a handwriting that wasn't Panni’s: "The house is empty, but the foundation remains. See you soon, Sister." The man closed the book, pulled out a satellite phone, and dialed a number. "I found them. Phase Two is a go." THE END... OR IS IT? (Find out what happens next!)

“Chloe.” Just my name. Nothing else. No explanation. No apology. I shifted the phone to my other ear. “Yes?” Another pause. I could practically hear him thinking. Elias never called without a purpose. In fact, he hardly ever called at all. Everything was usually sent through emails, meetings, post-its he would leave on my desk. “I got your final calendar update,” he said finally. “The meetings with overseas clients you rescheduled the Zurich call to next Tuesday.” ohh wow so that's why he called. He should have just sent a mail.

To teach me independence, my parents enforced a fifty-fifty rule from the time I was little. Half the rent for my room. Half the cost of a breakfast sandwich. Even when a high fever sent me to the ER, they added half the bill to my debt and reminded me, "Get a summer job. Don't make a habit of owing people money." I always believed they just wanted me to become independent. Then my younger sister, Chloe, was born. Whenever she broke something and owed Mom money, all she had to do was give her a kiss. "All right, sweetheart. Debt paid." When Chloe wanted piano lessons, she made Dad breakfast once, and he happily paid for an entire year. But every dollar spent on me went straight into the fami

I was still thinking about the way she laughed when my phone rang. Niklaus. I answered. "Sir." "1207." His voice was flat and cold. That meant something had happened that he was not going to explain in detail. "Book the whole place." "Tonight?" "Yes." I looked at the time. Just past nine. "I will handle it. Are you alright?" A pause that answered the question without answering it. "Just book it, Fred." He hung up.