Greys Callie Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said in a panic. Clyde noticed Callie's hands on his cheek trembling, so he gripped them tightly. "Calm down, Callie. With just a kiss, I'm not in pain anymore." Callie's worried expression was replaced by a dark one. Clyde's scream echoed as she hit him in an instant. "Ouch!" *****

“Her eyes used to be blue, and now they are gray. I think she is going to be some sort of super vampire once we change her. I know the Spell Blades fear her, that is why they want to kill her. Their master Yuno sent Gage and Kills after her.” Garrett didn’t say anything, he watched Jade, she looked helpless. The anger grew inside his stomach, he wanted to advantage of her pain and rip his heart out. Dani knew what was coming, but she held her own. Alexandra isn’t able to see what is really going to happen, and that almost cost Jade's life tonight. He took a deep breath, and sat down, Dani walked out to the front lobby to get some air. Jade moved her head back and forth like she was having a

I lowered my voice, keeping it steady. She hesitated, and her grip loosened slightly. However, she still held the surgical blade firmly in her hand. “You… You promise? Write it out now, or I–” Her voice trembled, breaking mid-sentence. After a pause, tears slipped down her face. “I didn’t want to kill anyone…” I quickly grabbed a pen and paper. “I’ll write it! I’m writing it out now! Just calm down!” I bent down, pretending to write on the floor, while quietly speaking into the earpiece, “Officer, what do we do now?”

CALLUM Jayden, the only guy in our group who isn't afraid to speak his mind even when being stared at by three females. He is blonde like me and he has deep blue eyes, more deeper than mine that tends to change colors everytime. Sometimes I think his eyes are purple. He is a 6 feet 2 and very athletic, if you know what I mean. He isn't on the football or basket ball team in the school because he doesn't like them. But he goes to the gym a lot and he spends his time in a boxing arena during weekends. He wrestles sometimes too. He lives with his mum and his elder sister. His dad, let's just say some where in the world like my dad neglecting his duties. He changes phones too much just like tash

Camilla. The second I got the call, my heart dropped. “Grey’s been arrested,” the voice on the line said. “Charged with murder.” For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Grey? Murder? No. No way. That man has many flaws, stubborn, reckless, frustratingly noble but a killer? Not him. “I’ll be there,” I said, already grabbing my bag before the call even ended. The police station stank of sweat and stale coffee. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered like they were too tired to do their job. I hated this place already.

Authors POV Callie's entrance into the room caused a murmured wave of surprise to wash over the gathering. She carried herself with a certain grace and confidence that immediately demanded attention. Her eyes, an intriguing blend of determination and mystery, scanned the room before landing briefly on Hudson. She offered a slight nod, her professional demeanor firmly in place. "Good morning, everyone," Callie greeted, her voice carrying a hint of authority. "Thank you all for being here. I am grateful for the opportunity to work on this project that was so close to my parents' hearts."

“You fight well.” I turned. It was Agent Grayson Calderon. Except this time, he wore something casual. Tactical pants, a grey fitted shirt, a matte black jacket slung over one shoulder. I could see a mole under his right eye as he stepped forward. “Didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said. “You had good form. Especially against Miles. He’s annoyingly fast.” “I noticed.” He gave the smallest smile. “Most people call me Cal,” he added after a beat. “I don’t really like my first name.”

"THIS is it," My dad's assistant, Mr. Logan, said, packing the car in front of a large building. A sign sat atop the beautiful large black gates which read ' welcome to Greystones. Greystone is a private institution for mentally disabled or rebellious rich kids, ones that their parents wouldn't want to clean up of after causing a scandal, or kids whose parents don't have time to babysit like me. My name is Samantha Williams, daughter of Gregory Williams and Rebecca Williams; my parents are the CEO of two multi-billion companies, one in construction and one in entertainment. Why am I here, you would like to know? Well, you have to wait to find out.

“And would you please keep sharp, pointy objects away from my vital areas?” “Just say the word, Callie.” “What word?” I panicked, the metal kissing my skin. “Promise to serve me. Say yes.” “Never!” “It's that or your life.” “Is this how you hire people? Resort to threats because your people skills are on par with wolverines'?” “It's just one little word, Callie. A simple string of three, puny letters.” “I'd rather sell my soul to the Devil.” “That can be arranged as well,” he said, grinning wickedly.

I vowed to protect her and find the answers she needed. With great care, I helped her sit up and we made our way to the pack's medical center. Each step felt heavy with worry and uncertainty, but I refused to let fear consume me. Calla needed my strength, and I would be there for her every step of the way. Upon arriving at the medical center, we were greeted by Eira, a healer known for her wisdom and compassion. She examined Calla thoroughly, her questions probing for any clue that could shed light on Calla's sudden decline. After what felt like an eternity, Eira finally spoke, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and joy. "Lucian, congratulations. Calla is going to be a mother.