Nobody In Particular Novels & Stories

It was impossible for me. When I got in people were smiling at me. Seems like Layla is quite famous here. I just have to look for a man named James Cornell. I looked around. I was lost. A lady walked. "ms. Hayden, we have a meeting with the boss in twenty minutes, please come on time she hates tardiness." "uh... Okay, please do you know where I could find James Cornell?" I asked. She looked taken aback. Did I say something wrong? "Did I say something wrong?" I asked.

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I don't know anyone from that pack or Tennessee. "This is Petra." Anton looks at me with concern, and I shrug as I put the phone on speaker. "I was wondering if I could meet with you. I have some information on what happened at the Mystic Moonlighters pack, but I think it's best we talk in person." Before I can say anything, Anton takes my phone.

Lan declared, not interested in talking about the subject matter again but Fred replied “Dad would understand if I explained things to him. The one that won't understand is you” As Lan and Fred were together, Alex stormed into the ward where Nathan and Fiona were:

ANDY’S POV “Yes, this is Andy” I speak into the phone. The number had no caller ID and it was calling from a private number so I didn’t know who it was or why they were calling. “I’ll make this quick and easy” A deep gruff voice speaks through the phone and I furrow my brows. “Sorry who is this?” I ask. “The last voice you would ever hear. It’s your obvious last day, so I advise you say your last prayers” He states dryly.

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?

Nothing that would raise suspicion if traced. Influence worked best when it felt like convenience. Her phone buzzed. A message from the same unknown contact. Unknown: He’s closer than you expected. Celeste didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she typed a note into a private document, timestamped and precise. Damon accelerating. Elliot watching. Nyelle holding perimeter. Marcus still absent. Absence, Celeste knew, was its own form of pressure. She finally replied. Celeste: Not a problem. Just means the timeline shifts.

Because I didn't want to expose our identities, the father's name was never filled on Ollie's kindergarten records. So the teachers had never known who his father was. The moment Stellan heard that the father's column was empty, his certainty only deepened. "Ivy, you've had it hard all these years raising a child alone. You've been stubborn long enough. Come home with me." Ollie didn't understand what we were arguing about. He only leaned close to my ear and whispered softly, "Mommy, are we not eating fries anymore?"

Camelia’s gentle voice came through. I glanced at the movie tickets in my hand. The couple in the movie poster was all wrapped up in each other. “There’s a new movie out. Do you want to watch it together sometime?” “Things are busy at the office right now. I can’t get away,” Camelia refused. Her voice was calm but distant. I was about to respond when a man’s voice cut through the line. “Camelia, I…” Before I could hear more, the call abruptly ended.

Not even close. Not yet.