Final Call Book Novels & Stories

Shadow threw a side glance at Ben through the rear view mirror. “With that Siren voice of hers, it doesn’t really matter whether you’re on speaker or Bluetooth” Ben smirked “Can I make a booking for a private room for 7am?” “Anything for you Charming?” Skype laughed evilly before adding “as long as you pay with my charm unlimited’s credit card” “Cough… cough… I am hanging up” “Why is unlimited’s face black as coal?” “Beep…beep…beep”

Elena's POV "Noah please talk to me. I'm sorry." I speed up significantly to try and keep up with his long strides. "Noah," I try once more desperately. Finally, after the fourth call he halts his determined steps and slams the clipboard he was holding onto the reception counter with a loud bang. He turns around abruptly. "What Elena? What is it that you could possibly say to me right now?" He barks. I'm taken aback by his sudden outburst, but try to recover quickly.

Ain : “Just noon. But yes because I have a job to go to the office where the internship is.” Salsa : “Okay” Lia : “Okay, see you tomorrow.” Ending the group chat Ain overslept on the dinner table after tidying up all the utensils just now, until she didn't know that her mobile phone vibrated a few times. 0821×××××××× is calling. Dave, who was heading to the kitchen, wanted to take a drink because he was thirsty. At first, he just looked, but not seeing his name he finally passed on to take his drink.

Elijah took the little book out of his bag and gave it to me. I opened the book and on the first page was written Mr.Russo with a phone number underneath it. I took out my phone and dailed the number, but the call was ended immediately. I looked at my phone and it showed call ended. I dailed the number again and this time it did ring for a few seconds before the call was ended again. I tried again , and the person picked up. I was about to speak but was cutt off by someone. "What, who is this?" The person on the other side said with a stentorain voice.

“So what do you think?” I opened my eyes. The city was gone, but that hushed voice remained in the back of my mind, lurking from the shadows. Bobby nodded. “It’s got a weird timing to it, but that’s not a bad thing.” “I think the bass will drive the song,” Hank said. “What about you, Aidan?” “I dig it,” I said. “What’re you calling it?” Johnny smiled. “This one’s called ‘The Final Reconciliation.’ I think the whole album will be called that.”

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

He picked it up. “I have found where the subject lives, works, and everything you need to know,” a male voice said. “I just emailed you his details.” “Good job, Mr. Emerson,” James replied calmly. “I’ll have your balance sent to you shortly.” The line went dead. James lowered the phone slowly, turned to Alex, and said, “We have the bastard.”

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.

Jesse said " i haven't seen her since we left college" " Yeah, well, time flies"Riley said with a smirk " Yeah, well, ermm, can i maybe get your number?, we should talk som time" Jesse asked " Sure, give me your phone" Riley replied Riley and Jesse excahnged contacts and he left shortly after, but not before promising to call her. Riley folded the duvet round her body and stood up. she sat on the chair and dailed Ana's number, Ana picked up in one ring.

I'll also have to explain what we were doing behind her back. Damn. As I wallow in my own thoughts, my phone starts ringing. With a groan, I pick up the phone. "Hello?" "Hi Jessica, I was just calling to let you know that a patient just canceled their appointment for tomorrow. How does tomorrow at ten-thirty sound for you?" Cassandra asks. I lift myself from the couch. Relief washes through me and I internally cheer. "That sounds perfect. Thank you," I release a breath. These types of things almost never happen. The fact that I have this opportunity is very lucky.