I Tell Her Call Me Rocky Novels & Stories

Three seconds later, she slipped it back into her pocket, her expression unchanged. I looked at the unanswered chat and let out a humorless laugh. Wake up, Ethan. You’ve known for a long time that her heart was never going to warm to you. So why are you still hoping for anything else? I slid my phone back into my pocket, took a steadying breath, and walked away. Vivian Grant, you’re going to get exactly what you want. Soon enough.

"I am. What is she causing trouble over now? Is she still lying on the ground refusing to get up? Did someone call the police?" The lead officer did not answer her question. He simply looked at her heavily and said, "Please accept our condolences. Briana Hayes has passed away."

I have none to offer, my ability to care as numb as my body feels after his attempted assault. “She begged too,” Rocky whispers, “She begged, and you enjoyed it. So I am going to enjoy listening to you beg and cry like a punk ass bitch that you are.” Blossom hugs me, block my view as the rogue cries out in pain and sobs. I force the sounds from my mind, focusing on Blossom and what Rocky had said. One sentence echoing though my mind and tattooing itself in hope in my heart. ‘Someone I love’. He said love.

After all, Shaquelle also didn't know that she was actually just a Jerry doll to forget about Sienna. "Sha ... she ..." "She who? Your lover? Your affair? Or maybe your mistress? " "She's Sienna, my ex-boyfriend." said Jerry finally and surprised Shaquelle. Tbc.

I guessed that he was calling to urge me to apologize to Doris in the group chat again. I did not want to answer the call, but the phone rang over and over, as Luke called me over seven times. I was still in the pack cleaning up work, so he called the phone there and the phone was brought to me. "Alpha Luke’s on the line. Seems urgent," the guard said, handing me the phone. I took in a deep breath and reluctantly answered the call. "What is it?" I asked coldly. The moment I picked up the call, Luke's angry voice scolded me over the phone. Someone would have thought I was a servant taking orders.

When she saw the caller ID, her lips broke into a beaming smile—it was Jaxon. *

Maybe it was because I only got a day’s rest at the hospital after the miscarriage, and coming home had only put me in a bad mood. My stomach was aching. When he noticed my pale complexion, Liam started to panic. He carried me to the bed. “Why are you throwing a tantrum when you didn’t protect our child? “Never mind. I’ll take care of you tonight.” At that moment, I heard a phone ring. I glanced over at Liam’s phone screen instinctively and saw the caller ID. [Darling Ivy] He answered the call, and I could immediately hear Ivy’s sobs. “Liam, my hand is injured. Can you come and visit me…

She coldly muttered while everyone gaped in shock. "I am Kamilla Guinevere Laskin-Petrov, and I have come to claim this territory. Anyone who dares to defy me will face the same fate as the entire brothel ten years ago" Kamilla pierced everyone with her cold gaze, her lips carved an evil sneer. "Don't wait for Poison Ivy to return and condemn you. She is not an easy enemy" she added with an ominous smirk that drove everyone to flee in pure terror. ****TBC****

She bit her lip and waited for him to respond before words started flying out her mouth. “You want us to practice, what exactly?” He asked with a raised brow She wiped her hands on jeans and wished someone could come save her. “I’m just trying to get comfortable with us being expressive” she managed to say “So you want us to practice kissing?” She wished she didn’t have to say it out loud, it sounded silly that she wanted that. Which twenty four year old needed kissing practice after working as a stripper? Color rose to his cheeks but it faded immediately, she had succeeded in making him uncomfortable.