Pacar Marah Dan Tidak Menghubungi Novels & Stories

When Mary heard that, she instantly panicked and stammered. "You... you... don't play, don't come to me... I... I warn you...!" "So, will you answer the phone?" He asked. "Fine, wait for me to find you tonight." He hung up without waiting for her to refuse. Mary was very angry but also worried; this guy was like a madman, unstoppable. Returning the phone to Téo, she frowned with a depressed look on her face. "Miss Parker doesn't like the CEO?" Téo couldn't help but ask when he saw her expression in the rearview mirror. Hearing this, Mary raised her head, her gaze also looking into the rearview mirror.

Unable to keep up with him, I drop my eyes and roll down my window as it suddenly heated in the car. I remember the call I wanted to make, so I quickly scroll down to Carolina’s name and call her. Still on Voicemail. “Carolina, este es el quinto mensaje que te dejo. ¿Dónde diablos estás? ¡Se suponía que traerías mi auto ayer, m*****a sea! ¡Quiero mi coche de vuelta!” (Carolina, this is the fifth message that I am leaving you. Where the fuck are you? You were supposed to bring my car back yesterday, dammit! I want my car back!) Furiously, I yelled, leaving the message in Carolina’s mailbox. She literally turned her phone off in the morning when I called her. She was like “I can’t even enjoy m

"Oh my God, he actually hung up on me," Monica muttered, still staring at her phone. She immediately called him back. The moment he answered, she snapped, "How dare you hang up on me? Have you lost your mind?" "And how dare you leave yesterday without me?" Marcello shot back. His voice was calm, but the irritation behind it was obvious. "I had to stand outside that nightclub for half an hour, trying to find a taxi at that late hour. And then you went out again today without even telling me."

Of course my phone chose that second to ring. The ringtone? Paolo's. The dumb one I'd set back when he used to throw fits until he got his way. Cute, right? Marco slipped the phone out of my pocket, voice low and wicked. "Let's make this fun." He answered. Paolo exploded through the speaker. "Why aren't you picking up?! Are you with Marco?! You NEVER ignored my calls before!" The more he ranted, the more pitiful he sounded. Me? I couldn't even breathe, let alone reply.

In a dim light room adorned with opulent furnishings, Mary paced back and forth, frustration etched on her face. She held her phone, glaring at it as if the device itself were to blame for her current state of agitation. "Mom, this is just unacceptable!" Mary exclaimed, her voice a mix of annoyance and distress. "I've been calling Daniel, and he's not answering. He's not giving me the attention I deserve, I even messaged him many times, but he isn't even replying to my messages."

I clicked on it and read the contents: 'Are you still mad at me, mi vida? 'Why aren't you taking my calls?' 'I'm getting worried and frustrated. Do I have to fly back to Puwak to get you to answer me?' As I read the messages, my pulse raced steadily, despite the warmth that spread through me. I was deliberately punishing him by not answering any of his calls since this morning. Another message came in, pulling me from my thoughts. 'I can see you online, baby. Answer me. I miss you.' Caught. 'I'll be forced to return to Puwak tomorrow,'

He strolled to his phone to check it, and then he got angry. "Fifteen missed calls," he said, "I shouldn't have put my phone on silent mode," he said, and I raised my arms to calm him down. "Marcus, you know you can call her, right?" I told him, and he began to dial her number, but she did not pick up. "Maybe she is sleeping. You know the meds and the silver, along with the stress. I am sure she will call you once she is awake," I said, and before he could answer, a bomb went off. We were suddenly on high alert, they were here.

That's not something Marco is willing to accept. Marco then chose to look at his phone. One more thing he forgot was when he was about to call Arabella, making Marco sigh at the several unanswered calls from her home number. Of course, Marco couldn't tell Letta about all these complicated problems with his current condit ion. Marco didn't want to make his wife more worried.

I fished out my phone from my pocket, feeling my frustration at its highest peak. “Please pick up, immediately, Mara.” I pleaded, as I clicked on her contact, making my way out of the mansion. Mara didn't pick the call; not until I called again. “Serena.” She shouted, and I could hear a lot of noise in the background. “I’m sorry I missed your call. Wait a sec. Let me leave this place.” She said, and I waited, as I could hear the noise reducing by the second. “Alright, I can hear you now. Phew. That was noisy.”

"What did she tell you?" "Everything. About the fake pregnancy, the public humiliation, the miscarriage." Sarah's voice shook with rage. "You're lucky she's too good a person to destroy your pack like you deserve." The line went dead again. Marcus tried three more of my friends. Each conversation ended the same way - with them hanging up on him or telling him exactly what they thought of him in increasingly creative ways. By midnight, Marcus was pulling on his jacket and racing into the night. If phone calls wouldn't work, he'd search every inch of the territory himself.