Please Call Me Red Panda Novels & Stories

My stomach rumbled again the minute I finished finishing the address. Turning around, I walk over and hand the note to Red. He was already by the door, wearing his coat, his earphones back. Shaking my head, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. He groaned in annoyance, wiping it off immediately, “Stop being gross. I’ll be back soon. Oh yeah, give me your number.” “Why?” “I don’t know what a Todas looks like,” Was his response. “I’m going to call you. This place’s far from here and I don’t want to waste my time.”

I had a good feeling that this was not good. Immediately the call connected I heard Xander's panicked voice. "Little Red, I don't know what's going on, but I was informed of something I don't want to believe. It's terrible news."

Red asked his phone, which quickly gave him an answer. It took Red nearly two hours to wash the dishes, as he was being very careful not to break anything. He struggled to remove the sticky rice from the spoon and plate. After finishing, Red took a deep breath and went straight to his room to change into his comfortable clothes. Just as he was about to lie down, his phone rang. He checked to see who it was and saw Miss Dein's name. [Good afternoon sir, I've sent your schedule for tomorrow to your email, and the contract for the product endorsement is also there. You need to sign it as soon as possible.]

Ugh, this day sucks. When I finish my shift, I cautiously get a taxi and arrive home before midnight. Mom is already in bed, so I wash my body real quick and enter my room. It takes me a couple of minutes before finally digging up the contact card of Mister Rusco. I try to call the number on it and somebody responds immediately. "Doyarka Canada. May I know the name of the caller please?" a lady speaking British English greets. "Um, can I please talk to Mister Rusco Andreyev if ever he's there?" I politely request.

“I even went to The Pacific to see if she was right.” “What do you mean she was right?” He asked, pressing his lips to my temple. “No one knew me.” I scoffed, feeling sorry for myself, and pursed my lips, staying quiet for a second. “I’m sorry, but I was getting paranoid, Red.” “Baby,” Red turned me to face him. “If I go there in jeans and shirts, no one will recognize me as well.” “What do you mean no one will recognize you? You’re the owner of the company -”

roared Rex on the phone. When he was done bombarding with expletives, the only faint reply he received from the other end was, "Stupid dog, go watch the 'Panda Channel' live broadcast." What the f*ck is Panda Channel?! 'Panda Channel' was the largest live broadcast application in Taadi that streamed the daily lives of pandas 24/7. Since it was still new, it was not that well known, so not many people knew about it. What was more ironic was that this application was created by Rex's company not long ago.

"My parents have gotten to America. It was my father who broke the window of your fortress, and brought me out." Almost like he's in a trance, David whispers, "But werewolf hunters not supposed to be in this country. It is not—" The shrill of my phone ringing cuts him off. I instantly glance down. Caller ID shows Leo Mío (which means Leo Mine in English.) Cheesing from cheek to cheek, I pick the call and put the phone to my ear. Leonardo's voice breaks in, vibrating with worry. "Lara? Are you alright?" "Uh... yeah, I'm okay."

I'll cancel- I got the third jolt of my phone suddenly vibrating. Oh, that man finally called me again! I picked it up without a second thought. "How? What should I do or how am I going to meet Jupiter?" "Shhh calm down pretty, don't rush. We still have plenty of time." "That's your time! I don't have time here! I'm going back to Pandora Golf soon and if you don't tell me now, then I won't be able to see you again."

NAVY’s POV My phone rang tirelessly from the distance I had tossed it to. I had no intentions of speaking to anyone, hence I remained unmoved, but the caller wouldn’t stop. Irritated by such persistence, I reluctantly stretched out to it and fetched my phone. I sat up immediately, seeing the caller ID displayed on my screen. “Papà?” I answered, as I placed the phone to my ear. “Oh, Navidad!” Papa exclaimed, “I’m so sorry to bother you on a weekend, but I need you to go meet someone on my behalf.”

That night, I came down with a high fever. I was barely conscious—my mind drifting between dreams and delirium. For a moment, I thought it was still three years ago. Instinctively, I called Howard for help. But instead of his voice, I heard Phoebe's syrupy tone on the other end. "Who's calling you at this hour, Howie?" It was late, yet the two of them were still together. The fog in my head cleared just enough for me to hang up the phone immediately.