Marcust Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” I stare at the phone for a moment, hesitating. Then, with a shaky hand, I pick it up, bringing it to my ear. “H-hello?” “Mercy.” Marcel’s deep and familiar voice resonates through the small speaker, washing over me. “Are you okay?”

Tonight, it left him unmoved. He stepped into a quieter passage lined with abstract paintings that served as little more than camouflage and dialed Marisol. The call connected on the third ring. “Hello?” A man’s deep voice, lazy and amused. Marvin’s grasp tightened. “Is Marisol there?” “Yeah. Who’s this? “Marvin Gale. Put Marisol on.” “She’s in the bathroom.” A pause filled with the low thump of bass. “Anything I may assist with, big daddy?”

Marcus typed another command into the laptop before grabbing one of the phones and dialing somebody. “No, I need the last transmission point.” He listened. “I already have the account information.” Another pause. “Call me back when you find it.” The line disconnected. Alexander watched him. “Anything.” “Not yet.” Marcus had been at this for over an hour — calls, messages, contacts and every lead seemed to end exactly where it started. Alexander pulled out his phone again. Voicemail. Marcus finally glanced up. “You know she can’t answer if somebody took the phone.”

Martin swallowed and pressed the phone back to his ear. "I'm going to have to call you back." The person on the phone didn't sound happy but he hung up anyway. The phone hit the floor and the pen soon followed.

According to Marcus, My mother was the one who rushed him to the hospital. And when Andre had woken up, he began fighting with the nurses and demanding to leave. My mother already left to attend to some important business. They had to call Mari-gold but she took none of their calls. Marcus had to call me when the racus was still going on. After the call with Marcus, I had to call Mari-gold. After a million unanswered calls, she finally picked up and her response towards everything I told her, was ‘I’m caught up with something right now Carlton, I can’t come’

Marcos pov “Pick up, Mother.” I press the phone harder against my ear like that’s going to force her to answer. The fog sits heavy on the street, swallowing sound, swallowing movement, but my eyes stay locked on the townhouse across from me. The line keeps ringing, Once…Twice…Three times, nothing!!! My jaw tightens, I pull the phone away and stare at the screen, then dial again immediately. “Pick up.” My voice comes out lower this time, she knows the signal.

He walked back to his seat and put the phone which was ringing on loud loudspeaker. The phone kept ringing and went into voicemail. Marcus fixed his eyes on me. “Why is she not picking up my calls?” “I…she.. is currently not at home,” I answered. “I know, I have been monitoring you for days now!” He yelled. His voice made me flinch. He dialed the number again. She answered this time. Since the phone was still on speaker, we could all hear the sound of loud music blasting through the phone. This was a total mistake.

She said for the bodyguard to bring out his phone. She collects it dialing her mother's number while she cries. At the McCollum mansion, Gerald smiled at his wife who was preparing for bed, the heated moment still lingers in his head making him chuckle. “Why are still smiling?” Martha asked rubbing her hands and her neck when her phone began to ring. “Who’s this?” She asked looking at the unknown number. “Who’s that?” Gerald asked Martha who shrugged her shoulder. “ pick it up and put it on the loudspeaker,” he said for Martha to slide the green button and pick up the call then put it on the loudspeaker.

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