Mystic Messenger Phone Calls Novels & Stories

However, I found that there were more than twenty missed calls! They were all from Aurora’s number. I quickly hit redial while I kept my eyes on the jewelry box. The pink screen remained dark and silent.

That's when I remember something I had completely forgotten. My phone. I haven't checked it ever since I came back. I take my phone out of my bag. My breath catches as soon as the screen turns on. There are eighteen missed calls and thirty unread messages. And all of it came from one name. Alpha Marius. I blink my eyes in surprise. For a moment, I just stare at the flood of notifications. How did it not overheat? Or die? Some of the texts are short. (Georgina. Are you alright?)

In a split second, I ended the call and just a few seconds after I did, I got a message notification on my phone. “I am going to tell Arsenio where his mistress is being kept…you seem to have forgotten you told me that information when you were busy fucking me hard and I am ready to divulge that information to the one who needs it….try me Elijah.” It read. “Fuck!!!!!” I exclaimed loudly in frustration. I ran my hand repeatedly on my hair as I continued cursing out. Suddenly, my phone started ringing again and I picked it up. “So, so I tell Arsenio???” Monalisa asked.

she said and glanced over to the receptionist who was shouting at someone over the phone She walked down the lobby as they opened the glass door for her. She got outside and stood under the scorching sun. "Elena I've gotten something" Laura said to her, making her touch the earpod to listen attentively. "What's that?" She asked amidst frustration. "They are on shift because of insecurity in Mystic Hollow. Next week, the English Officer would resume duty and would attend to those from Mystic Hollow. This week is for whatever language he is speaking. We can't get past that desk officer if we can't understand his language" Laura stated.

Set it face down. Gerald's phone was in the right side drawer, face up, the way he always left it. Fourteen missed calls on the lock screen. Six from M. Four from the number saved as Adrian — the real one, calling his father from wherever he was sitting, not knowing. Two from a number with no contact name. Two from Dante Yale. I entered the passcode. The phone unlocked. I went to M first. The thread went back eight months. Short exchanges, always initiated by M, always ending when M stopped responding. No pleasantries. No names. Coordinates, times, single-word confirmations. The language of people who had been communicating long enough that full sentences felt wasteful.

I muttered to myself as I sat down. I was definitely going to be back to her once I was done feeding Mason. She would have to grant me an audience with Doctor Joel whether she liked it or not. I carried him out from the cot and once he was nestled in my arms suckling, I took out my phone intending to keep busy since Mason tended to suckle for long. "Sally messaged me? And 6 missed calls too?" I realized as I turned on my phone and my heart skipped a bit. I wondered what would be so urgent that she had to message me and call so many times so immediately unlocked my phone then proceeded to reading the message.

“Mason, you really did it.” He had called in something ancient and powerful. Gabriel turned to me. “We underestimated the scale.” “Yes,” I said slowly. “But now we know.” Before we could respond, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. I hesitated for a while then I answered. A calm voice spoke. “This is a courtesy call.” “Who is this?” I asked coldly. “A friend of Mason.” My blood ran cold. “You should reconsider your position.” “Is that a threat?” I asked

Jace cursed—thrust deep—came hard inside my pussy, hot pulses flooding me. Miles followed seconds later—buried to the hilt in my ass, groaning low as he emptied inside me. We collapsed in a tangle—sweaty, spent, trembling. Jace pulled me down onto his chest. Miles curled behind me, arm over my waist. For a long moment, just breathing. Hearts pounding in sync. Then the phone buzzed again—Mark’s name lighting up the screen. This time I reached over. Picked it up. Missed call. Voicemail.

With a smile on my face, I sat down and leaned back against the chair as I closed my eyes for a brief moment. Everything was in place. Demand was rising, and I was the only one truly ready. I reached for my phone and the screen immediately lit up with dozens and dozens of missed calls. They were all different names and from different companies. And they were all wanting the exact same thing; my herbs. I spent a long moment staring at the screen before tapping on the first contact. The phone rang once, then twice before it was picked up. “Ms. Nyssa!” the voice on the other end came quickly, almost breathless. “Finally, I’ve been trying to reach—”

My phone kept vibrating nonstop with notification sounds. Faith stood up and asked, "Messages from Rita?" I glanced at the contact name and nodded. The corners of her lips curved upward into a smile.