Mystic Messenger Phone Calls

Kiara, a sweet innocent girl, is the president of Walker Entertainment. Noah, cold aloof, and a genuine ruthless, is the CEO Mafia of the Elrod Group. Her happy-go-lucky life got upside down in one night. Today is her engagement day but there she was on a bed with another man. Her boyfriend has been cheating on her. And now she unintentionally got herself a tyrant hubby. 'How long was she sleeping that everything changed so dramatically?' *** -"Sir, madam bumped your new car." -"Hmm, buy her another one." -"Sir, Madam threw her phone and ran away with her friend to go shopping." -"Hmm, get her a new phone." -"Sir, Madam is not eating." -"Cancel the meeting. I'll go and check on her." -"Madam got abducted!" -"Scoff...Tell everyone to get their guns." *** He was everything she never wanted. With him, her peaceful life got disrupted. Her independent life started following his dominant orders. Everyone believes that he is the dominant one, but unknown to them inside that room a wild cat was at loose. Every time he tried to dominate her he faced the consequences too. When two such dangerous people meet, no one knows who is gonna tame the other person? Who will be the winner of this love-hate intense relationship? With him, his risks for her came too. Will she be able to cope with his life? Will she go unscathed when his nemesis would hear about her influence in his life? #Book cover doesn't belong to me.

The new colleague at my company is a stingy mother. On her first day, she shows up with a huge pile of expired snacks that her son refused to eat and hands them out to everyone. Once we're done, she pulls out her PayPal and says, "These are all imported snacks for my son. I'll need 50 dollars from each of you." During a company team-building event, she refuses to participate, saying she has to go home to take care of her child. The day after, she comes over holding her phone and asks me for money. "I didn't eat with everyone yesterday. Since the company is footing the bill, just hand me the cash equivalent for my meal." Furious, I rejected her request immediately. What I fail to realize is that she would bear a grudge against me over it. One night, her son comes down with a high fever, so she calls me and requests a ride to the hospital using the company car. Once again, I refuse without a second thought. Because of the delay, her son suffers severe cognitive damage. She blames me for everything that happened. In a fit of rage, she ends up running me over with her car. As I open my eyes again, I find myself transported to her first day on the job.

I stand in the hospital after my two older brothers decline all 99 of my phone calls. They finally appear, bringing with them the biological sister they found. My gentle eldest brother, who had once rescued me from my so-called abusive parents, raises his hand and slaps me across the face. "Cynthia, you're actually pretending to have a terminal illness just to compete with Sarah for our affection? And you came to this kind of place to frighten us?" I clutch my swollen cheek and listen as my second brother, who always says he'll trust me no matter what, holds Sarah in his arms and laughs out loud. "Are you trying to fake being sick to get our attention after seeing that Sarah is in poor health? "Just cut the act. You've been living in luxury since childhood and have always been in perfect health. How could you possibly be ill?" Sarah Crawford speaks up thoughtfully, "Don't blame her, you two. I think she just feels like I've stolen away your love for her, which is why she has become so unreasonable..." I look at the two brothers who have doted on me for ten years and suddenly feel that nothing matters anymore. After all, I only have seven days left to live. In seven days, everything will return to normal after my departure. But by then, they'll be the ones unable to accept it.

Just one phone call. One phone call was all it took for Navaeh's Last year in High School to take a drastic change. Who was on the other end of the phone? What are we talking about? The one thing everyone in Silva High doesn't know about Navaeh, their popular, straight A's student is revealed to one person through the phone call. The cherry on top was the fact that it wasn't Navaeh's friend but an old acquaintance was the one that found out. Meet Quinnel Ashford, the Basketball team Captain and Navaeh's infamous old Acquaintance, the person on the other end of the phone. Navaeh didn't see any reason as to why the whole school had to know her own personal issues and so she kept it away from them for the past three years but now Quinnel Ashford knows. The popular bastard. They were friends when they were young, best friends if you may, but all it takes was deceit and... anger for them to break apart. What exactly happened 13 years ago that made Navaeh decide that she wasn't ever going to talk to Quinnel ever again? Now the question was, why did Quinnel Ashford call Navaeh Thatcher that day when they weren't on speaking terms and will he keep her secret from the whole school and let her graduate with no drama or reveal it? But then... The secret is out. Everyone in the school knows. Uh-oh. Who revealed her secret? The one person apart from her two twin younger sisters that knew about it was Quinnel. Will Navaeh find the truth or just blatantly refuse to see anything and turn her back on her new best friend and crush, Quinnel like he had done 13 years ago? Did Quinnel keep her secret till the end?

“I'm going to give you the world's pleasure that will keep you away from my brother!” ~Prince Stiles~ “I know that we've been quite close for a while, so I'm going to tell you this, I love you and wish to make you my wife, just wait for me” ~ Prince Martin~ “I'm going to protect you at all cost, even though it calls for my life” ~ Prince Aiden~ ••• Cisca martin, a twenty four years old omega who was being punished for her father's crimes by the Alpha king, suddenly found herself caught between three brothers who fought to claim her. As the war calls for bloodshed, Cisca tried to stop it but the only way out was to choose one prince out of the three. Who will she pick at last? •••

After I became pregnant, my figure changed, and my face grew puffy. My fiancé began to treat me with a subtle, almost imperceptible sense of disdain. When the baby was five months along, it happened to be Valentine's Day. That day, he finally agreed to take our wedding photos, something I'd been hoping for. But just as we arrived at the bridal studio, his phone rang. "Mike, I just got back to the country. My friends are hosting a gathering, and everyone's bringing their boyfriends. Could you come and pretend to be mine?" It was a few short sentences, yet it completely altered the expression on his face. He turned abruptly, stepping out of the studio with a look of urgency. "Lucy's back. I have to go see her," he said. Hearing those words, a fire of rage ignited inside me, one I couldn't suppress. "For her? You're going to leave me here alone?" I demanded. "Do you even know how long I've been looking forward to today? It's Valentine's Day, and instead of staying with me, you're going to be with her?" His impatience flared visibly as I stood my ground. Without a word, his hand pushed me aside, and he strode out of the shop. "We can take wedding photos any day. I'm the only one Lucy has in this country. I have to go see her," he said. Then, gripping my wrist with alarming force, he shoved me, sending me sprawling to the floor. Without a backward glance, he got into his car and drove off. I felt a sudden, wet heat flowing from my lower abdomen. Pain surged through my stomach, sharp and unbearable, as my consciousness started to fade. A wave of despair and terror consumed me. Someone. Anyone. Please save my baby.

“These two men have claimed ownership but you are the only one who can tell us who the boy truly belongs to. Who is the father of you son, Luna Vanessa?” I stood inbetween both men who still looked they were about to jump each other and then I took one look at my beautiful son, the one who truly mattered and I pointed to the Alpha standing on the left. “The blood that runs through my son’s veins is his.” ****** Two Alphas. One Luna. And a baby in the mix. It all started with a love so pure and true but ended with a rejection, a scar and a baby which Vanessa swore to keep away from the man who made loving him seem like a crime and wasted three good years of her life. Four years later, she has managed to forget him and live a comfortable life, posing as the Luna for another Alpha. But then, he returns—Declan Thorne—desperate and hell-bent on taking back what belongs to him. However, with a son that calls another man ‘father’, his mother who is now the Luna for another and Alpha who took Vanessa in and falls head over heels for her, Declan Thorne has a long way to go before he can win anyone back—his heir or her heart.

When I was waiting for Theodore at City Hall from dawn to dusk, he was accompanying his first love on a hike. I called him dozens of times, but he rejected my calls instantly each time. He finally picked up on the twentieth call. "Why are you blowing up my phone when you simply didn't see me for a day? Why are you acting so desperate? Sammy's feeling unwell because of her heart and I still need to take care of her at the hospital. We'll talk later about registering our marriage." Ten years of love. This was the 100th time Theodore had left me alone in front of City Hall for his first love. I hung up and calmly tossed the wedding ring away. This marriage? I was done with it.

The night she comes back from her best friend's apartment after finding out her boyfriend is married, she meets a huge man sleeping on the snow in her backyard. 23-year old Charlie Jordan doesn't know what to do. After so many calls and studying, she finds out the man—Blurin Jameson— is an ex-militant whose address got mixed up on deployment day. It takes Charlie 419 Days to realize how her heart beats faster when ever they're near or when his eyes lights up... Or how she completes his amount of ribs.

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]