No Call No Life Novels & Stories

The moment Jacob realized he had called out the wrong name yet again, he visibly froze. He scrambled to correct himself in panic and stared at me, hesitating for two seconds before finally squeezing out, "Anya, will you?" I could only manage a bitter, helpless smile. This was our mating ceremony. Yet, even now, the name that still slipped past Jacob's lips was "Anna". Looking at Jacob, I could see the sheer panic in his eyes. I knew he wanted to explain himself.

Noah Reed remained motionless. The disconnected call echoed louder than the silence that followed. Trust no one inside the Jones family. He replayed the words in his mind. The caller hadn't sounded frightened. He had sounded careful. Like someone who had spent years surviving by saying as little as possible. Noah immediately dialed the number back. Number unavailable. He tried again. The same result. A disposable phone. Used once. Then discarded. He reached for a notepad and wrote down every word while they were still fresh.

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.

He's not only my right hand, but the best person through which I sometimes relate to Vitto so I don't loose my fucking mind. My phone's ringing sound pierces through the quietness of the car. I stare at the caller and sigh. Speak of the devil. " What now Vitto?” " Nooria has the same brand as the dead girls and hers is as old as theirs.”

Nina, all too aware of Lucille's rage and how she gets, had to put her own anger aside for the sake of her sister. With the collar of his grey knee lengthened coat turned up, keeping the slightly rough breeze and drops of rain away from his neck while the coats shoulder pads soaked. Nick moved briskly out of the side walk and into the hotel he had been staying in. His strides large as he crossed the distance from the lobby to the elevators. When he got to his room, he shrugged off the damp coat and pulled out his phone from his pocket. He hadn't got any calls. He'd expected to get more than a call from his parents. Not to mention Lucille. Turns out he expected too much. No one bothered to ca

Darling: [Baby, when are you going to confront that arrogant heir? Leah: [After I get the last bit of money, we'll run away together.] Darling: [Timothy's a fool. He really thinks you love him so much.] The chat history ended with a message from my account. Leah: [Don't worry. Everything's going according to plan.] This meticulously fabricated record attempted to pin my death entirely on a dirty deal involving an unfair division of spoils. Looking at the phrase ‘everything's going according to plan’ in the screenshot, my soul trembled violently. The painful memory I had been desperately suppressing flooded my mind instantly.

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

I answered calmly. Before he could say anything, I hung up the phone. The moment the call ended, I realized I was still standing on pack grounds. The werewolves around were all staring at me. When I met their eyes, they quickly looked away. Just then, another call came from an unknown number. "Hello, this is Werewolf Temple. We’re calling for a final confirmation—do you and the Red Moon Pack alpha still want a bond breaking mediation?" "There is no need. Proceed with the bond breaking," I answered.

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

“Wanna taste?” Just then, his phone rang and I immediately knew I would hate the song Viva la Vida by Coldplay for the rest of my life. Of all the times in the world, why did the caller choose to call now? Harry stilled and held my hand that was stroking his díck. “Surely you’re not going to take that.” I eyed him. “Of course, I am. My company is at the brink of collapse. It could be any of the people I’ve been praying to get a call back from for weeks.”