Last Port Of Call Novels & Stories

How did things blow out of proportion? The corner of his lips twitched as he secretly took out his phone to send a message, but his phone was snatched right after he managed to finish typing it. [Hey, I'm facing some trouble lately. Are you able to help me take care of Simon for a while?" Charlie jumped, and he quickly snatched it back. Janine grabbed him by the collar as she pushed his phone into his face with a dark look. "What do you mean by this?" He refused to admit to anything as he looked at Janine innocently, "Nothing. I was just asking Simon's aunt to take care of him for a while."

Belle's POV Our plane landed at St Louis Airport and we waited while our bags were been cleared. Christian and I had tried to live in peace during the last few days. I made sure not to mention his cheating behavior the other day and stayed away from any sensitive topic that could bring out the arguments from us. The last few days had been good and I wished it would continue to be so throughout the course of our marriage. "We are done." He called to me. "Let's go."

Always us. THE END

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

Third POV “You better have a damn good reason for barging in,” Cassiel muttered without lifting his head. Enzo shut the door gently behind him. “You’ve got a problem.” “I’ve got several,” Cassiel replied, still not looking up. “Be more specific.” Enzo walked over to the desk, pulled a tablet out from under his arm, and tossed it onto the stack of papers. “Check the port.” Cassiel finally glanced at the screen. With a sharp swipe of his fingers, he unlocked it and began reading. The screen flickered with logistics maps, cargo lists, and a flashing red tag over one name: Piraeus Port, Greece.

Sarah said, furious. “Wow! Exile, well maybe they are right, but that's their own view of it.” “What are you saying, my Luna?” Theresa asked. “Harper, please explain to them.” Harper was dumbfounded. She doesn't know where exactly to start from but she has to say something. “This morning, Calla received a letter and the content was asking her to take on resolution at the border and making sure that the suggestion she made works well.” “Why would Alpha Dominic send you there?” Sarah asked curiously

When he finished, Liora said softly, “And the banker?” “Still alive.” “Where?” He hesitated. “I give you that, I sign my death.” “You signed that already,” she said. “You just haven’t stopped breathing yet.” He laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “You’re colder than Kole.” “I’m not cold,” she said. “I’m focused.” Her phone buzzed once. A signal from Bram. They’re moving in. She turned to Marcelli. “Last chance. Where?” He studied her for a long moment. Then, with a slow exhale: “Dockside. Pier 14. Cargo office. Midnight Wednesday.”

Hall gently tapped his arm, trying to settle him down. Samson's chest tightened. He reached out and grabbed Mr. Hall's arm, pleading, "Mr. Hall, did Jessica say anything to you? She's gone, and she took all her things with her. All she left was this application. If you know where she is, please tell me. It's important."

Ping added quietly, “…there’s no going back.”