Good Trouble Callie And Jamie Novels & Stories

Jordan threw his arms up in fustration. Jamie shrugged , " we're classmates and friends" I said to her, she nodded. " So why are you out here on your own?" Jordan asked as we sat on a nearby bench, " Uh.. I just needed some air" I answered and smiled as much as I could. Jamie stared up at me and said, " You have sad eyes, why?". I turned away, " I had a fight with my mom" I told them.

The least I could do was keep her out of this mess with Stacey. “It’s me.” I didn’t even greet Reese. “You don’t call from unknown numbers, Mak. What’s going on?” Reese’s voice instantly switched to concern as she recognized my voice. “I know. I ran into complications.” I explained in the most vague way possible. “Complications? Makayla,” she had said, her voice firm but shaken. “Are you hurt?” “I’m fine.” I tried to reassure her.

he warned once, but the words sounded less like a threat and more like a line he was terrified they both might cross. Their lives had collided by fate—two strangers forced into a family neither quite understood. But tension hung between them like an unfinished sentence, fragile and impossible to ignore. Ava wasn’t looking for trouble. She certainly wasn’t looking for him. But sometimes trouble looked right back. And sometimes… it had Jace’s eyes.

Fuck them! Alarms began to go off. Callie was a woman gone mad. The fact that she was jealous… The fact that she could actually be jealous… It was getting to her head. Everything was just so confusing. She was going to fuck them all up, Tristan would let her go. She was already getting on all their nerves… She would not stop, Callie was going to ruin his relationship with his brother. She would put a wedge in between them or die trying. Fuck it… They wanted to fuck with her… She would fuck with them right back.

She’s always the funny and tough one. “I saw him drinking coffee with his ex-girlfriend in the mall,” She hiccupped as she started telling me what happened. “And… and… last night, he came home late. When I asked him where he came from, he … he told me he met with his client.” She bawled, but only Callie had the courage to ease her pain. She whimpered, went out off the couch, and sat beside her feet. Eloisa looked at Callie, picked her up, and hugged her.

Jake's was at least half an hour ride from here, and God knew how hard it was to hold on this long. Getting into my car, I slammed the door hard. “Alright, Callie. I'll take you to my home only if you promise to behave.” She grinned. “I……promise.” ~~ Bringing Callie here was a big mistake. Who trusts the words of a drunk woman? Callie kicked her shoes off immediately she got in, then tried to take off her dress, but I stopped her just in time. She broke down in tears, fingers holding the zipper of her dress. “Don't you want me, too?”

He instructed. "I'll be there." I said. I already knew what they wanted me for. "Good," And the call went dead. I fucking didn't need them in my life anymore. Two years without them and I've been out of trouble with the cops. Them returning now meant trouble. I I slammed my hand on the steering of the car and it almost jerked me away from the road, if not that I gingerly swerved the wheels to the opposite direction. A mini truck came up beside me after I had maintained balance on the road.

Chapter 102 Night. Isabella's room. Darkness lit only by phone screen. Glowing. Cold. Blue. Her phone vibrated. The call she'd been waiting for. Expecting. Needing. She grabbed it. Fast. Desperate. "Well?" Voice on the line. Nervous. Shaky. Scared. "It's done. But. There's a problem." Her blood went cold. "What problem?" "It wasn't Sienna. It was Landon Callahan. He got in the way."

"Stop treating your life like it's disposable. There are billions of men out there. Why destroy yourself over him?" He cleared his throat, awkwardly adjusting his tone. "Maybe... maybe if you looked around, you'd see that someone's been waiting for you this whole time." Once his hand was bandaged, he drove me back to the house. Somewhere along the way, Derek mentioned what had really happened on the cruise. There had been enough lifeboats for everyone on that cruise. But Maynard thought that I sabotaged the last lifeboat. He blamed me because Darlene had not made it onboard.

It seemed the investigation into the surgery had taken a toll on her. I raised my voice, trying to stay calm. “Laura, whatever it is, we can talk it through. Just let my mom go first!” However, as if she hadn’t heard me at all, she continued speaking to herself, “Now I finally see that you’re the only one who’s ever been good to me. Anthony, that b*st*rd, dumped everything on me the moment something went wrong! The patient died in his hands! Let’s not get divorced, okay? I was in the wrong before. Let’s make a fresh start. I’ll treat you well, I promise…”