I Tell Her Call Me Rocky Novels & Stories

Goddess, have mercy. I need to control myself. I try to find something else in the room to look at, but nothing else seems to exist at the moment. “Control yourself? Are you crazy?! Mate with her!” Rocky exclaims, “She’s on her hands and knees, Keller. She wants to do it!” “That doesn’t mean she wants to have sex, Rocky,” I correct him sternly, trying to make myself look away from the hem of her shirt. "You're hopeless," He huffs in frustration.

I thought to myself as I fished for the phone in my back pocket and dialed the number of the one person I know can help me in times like this. "Well, well, if it isn't Nicholas Kincaid!" The voice said over the phone. "Cut the shit Rocky." I snapped at him, "Got anything for me?" "Tsk, tsk, testy, testy." Rocky tsked at me while I gritted my teeth, "Fine, I've got one set up. Tomorrow at ten pm sharp!" "Got it!" I told him. "You alright though?" Rocky asked me. I smirked at that. "Never been better, see you tomorrow!" With that, I disconnected the call.

They alerted immediately and took out their guns. "She could be the nurse." I rolled my eyes. Jackie led a girl in. Cey and Blackie stayed near the door or in the control room. She wasn't looking like a nurse. Rocky cursed under his breath and rubbed his cheek in confusion. He looked at her through the corners of his eyes. She must be his girlfriend. I smiled. She glared at Rocky. "Hi, Ro!" Her voice was calm but her eyes were explaining only hatred. "Where's the patient?'' Her voice was full of hate.

I say. “Crazy girl. Wait up!” She replied from inside of the cubicle. We are here inside the comfort room. She suddenly called by nature when we were on our way to the infirmary. While waiting for her, I hear her phone vibrate. She left her things on me. Who texts her? I click the text notification to open the message. No name was placed on the contact but based on the text, it was obviously Khai. The message says: /Can we meet for a moment on the rooftop? I will give you something./

An incoming call—from Trina. Pierce steadied himself and gripped the phone tightly before answering. "Hello, Mum." "Oh, Pierce! Have you lost your mind?! How dare you send the elite guard team to Montclair Manor!" Pierce's eyes fluttered shut in silent frustration. Just as he had expected, this wasn't going to be an easy case. *

HER ROCK Chapter 1 Ella's POV: Lonely is a word I could use to describe myself. Sure I have friends, well if you could even call them that, more like acquaintances. But that's all they are. I don't like to hang out or go to after school games or events. I would rather be alone at home in my room reading or watching Netflix. When my friends ask to hang out, which is very rare, I make up some lame excuse so I don't have to.

I packed one suitcase and sat in the dark until evening. I called called Enzo again and again, because some part of me still wanted the truth from his mouth. I wanted to know how a man could kiss his wife goodnight and then walk into another woman’s bed. All I got back was one cold line. It was close to midnight when I heard the lock turn. Enzo stepped inside, saw my red eyes, and went still for half a second. Then he crossed the room fast, pulled me into his arms, and touched my hands with a frown. “You’re freezing. How many times have I told you not to wait up for me?”

What she was most worried about had finally happened. “Why hasn’t she returned yet?” Rochelle demanded of Layla in an impatient tone. “I can call her and ask,” Layla seemed calm, but inside, she was filled with worry. Rochelle had come unannounced. Layla only had time to hide Travis’s sneakers, so she called Travis and Hailey. However, both lines were busy at the same time. Before she could call Guillermo or Sonny to inform them of the situation, Rochelle was already standing in front of her and staring at her.

Marlowe Ashcroft, once heir apparent to Ashcroft Holdings, has spent three years as Thorne Calloway's wife poised, graceful, and quietly disappearing. We see her isolated at Calloway Hall, gently corrected by her husband and sister in front of others, already unsure of her own memory. Readers meet Beatrix as the picture of a doting mother-in-law, disarming any suspicion. A small, easy-to-miss detail is planted here: Marlowe's nightly tea, always prepared exactly the same way, always by the same hand.

“There's a guest.” A few seconds later, a woman—Tia Patterson—appeared. Her face showed the caution that had become a reflex for someone accustomed to living with uncertainty. Her hair was tied back in a simple bun and her clothes were clean but worn. She looked at Rocky with a slight frown, then asked bluntly, “Who are you?” “You can call me Rocky,” he replied casually. “I’m a colleague of Martin’s.” The name had the desired effect, working faster than any long explanation—exactly as Rocky had expected. He noticed the change in Tia’s expression.