Final Call Book Novels & Stories

Please let that have been a dream. Slowly — cautiously — she reached for her phone. Her fingers hovered above the screen. If the call log wasn’t there, she would never drink again. She unlocked it. Recent Calls. Unknown Number. 12 minutes. Her heart started beating louder. She tapped it, half expecting more. There wasn’t. No follow-up call. No messages. No missed attempts. Nothing. The absence sat heavier than anything else could have. If he was weird, wouldn’t he have texted? If he was curious, wouldn’t he have tried again?

I sat near the back and watched at the theater began to fill up. "Is this seat taken?" a familiar voice asked and I looked up and groaned. POV Wolf As soon as Ruby left The Spot, I put out a text to all the Riders to be on the look out for her. I was just giving up hope when Bones called me a little after noon.

“I need to go Crowley, See you on Wednesday . Do not think about backing out now” “Wait…how…” My phone beeps as he ended the call, I glanced at my phone screen. “What an asshole”

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

Writer's POV Lucas sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. The call had come just a few minutes ago. It was from the Grand Orchid Hotel, a fancy place in the city. The voice on the other end was formal, almost cold. “You’ve been summoned, Mr. Dale. The Master requests your presence. There will be a meeting.”

He didn't have time. He made the final call from an empty warehouse on the edge of the city. The voice on the other end was cold, measured, and finally—resigned. No more signals. No more reminders. The debt was paid. He drove back as the sun came up. His first call was to Gaby. *The number you have dialed is turned off.* His stomach dropped. He tried again. Same. A third time. Same. “Come on, Gaby. Pick up.”

I ran the final numbers on the acquisition details, my voice clipped and professional as I spoke to my assistant, Mark, standing across the vast, windowed room. “The deal closes by 16:00 today. If Sebastian’s team finds any unexpected liabilities in the final audit, move the funds back to the holding account immediately. I want no loose ends.” I paused, reviewing the timeline I’d put in place. “Clear my calendar starting at 17:00. Hold all non-urgent calls until tomorrow.” Mark nodded, already pivoting to execute the orders, but I stopped him. I needed a distraction, something mundane, before the memory of the previous night could breach the professional barricade I’d constructed.

came his steady voice. “Send the words,” Celine said. “It’s time. Make it brutal.” “Yes, Ms. O’Neil.” The call ended. Celine placed the phone back on the receiver, a faint smile curving her lips. She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms as the night stretched beyond the glass walls. “It’s time for the final hit.”

I gazed into the eyes that had once captivated me and spoke with a steady voice. Trevon froze for a moment but quickly composed himself and reached out to gently touch my cheek. "Jessica, I know this is a lot for you to process right now, but don’t worry. I’ll find the best doctors, and you’ll be back on your feet in no time. "You’re still the one and only Mrs. Chapman. Corinne could never take your place. You can be sure of that..."

The Misfortune Transfer System countdown hit zero. [Misfortune Transfer 100% Complete. Critical threshold reached. Misfortune erupting.] KeyboardFury's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, his face draining of color.