Please Stop Summoning Me Novels & Stories

It looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Beta Chris, are you looking for my brother?" "Why didn't you answer my calls?" We spoke in unison. Hearing the frustration and anger in his tone, I composed myself and smiled lightly. "My phone was off, so I didn't notice. What do you need from me? Oh, right. I just remembered—we still haven't set a date to sever our mate bond." "Fiora, how long are you going to keep being angry with me?"

"Then what are you asking." He pulled a card from his back pocket, a plain black card with a single number printed on it, no name, no address, nothing else. He set it on the edge of the bench between them. "If you ever want a real rematch. Not for money. Not for a bet. Just to see who's actually faster. No surprises. Clean. Call me." She studied the card. She didn't pick it up. "And if I don't call?" "Then I'll know you're scared."

It's a very difficult subject to understand, even without directly dealing with demons in the first place. "Send me back." I frown at him again. "I don't know how. I don't even know how I summoned you in the first place. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to send yourself back." He lets out another growl, terrifying me. "I. Can't. Are you brain dead?" My mouth drops open. "Don't be rude!" "Rude?!" He throws his arms up in the air and turns away from me. "How am I being rude when I'm telling you the truth!"

We stared at each other for a few moments before he grumbled, "What?" "You should have let me go." "You summoned me." My brows knitted as I thought. "Summoned? How could I summon you? It's not like you're a demon. I didn't use candles and black magic." He gave me a hard look. "Just go. If you really want to go kill yourself, go. This time, don't call for me." He pointed towards the door.

he said. "I think you should go to them. They need you now. I will come back for you when all this is over, okay? Now go."he smiled at me, kissed my forehead before he vanished. "Anu."I called as I ran towards them. The four of them were down. Our house was no more and yet it wasn't good for me to use my powers. "What do I do now."I looked up and down. "How can I summon Anu's grandpa now. Will it work if I just call out his name?"I wondered.

I focused on the word stop. I took my phone and was gonna leave. But, while turning the door knob. He kept his hand on mine and whispered "Baby I haven't even started yet and you want me to stop? Anyways, for now I am stopping but not forever.... " I was just gonna give him a piece of mind to him. I turned around but he wasn't there. He has any supernatural powers or what.. .. Everytime I want to answer back or teach him some piece of mind... He just disappears. Now also.

This can not be happening. I spent all my life avoiding this exact situation. “Pl..please s..stop…”. “Shut him up for me dear”. His voice is so, so cold. Please. No. I don’t want this. No.

"Geezus, stop yelling." Lord, even the sound of my voice hammers in my head. An ear-splitting ringing adds to my suffering. Please, please make it stop! I promise to be good. I promise never to think evil thoughts, or spout rude and crude things to seek revenge on any man ever, ever, again. Just make the pain go away! Just. Make. It. Go. Away.

Sandra blushed profusely. “Will you stop worrying so much about me, please? I’m a big girl and I’m quite capable of taking care of myself. Now I really have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow. Bye.” Sandra didn't wait to hear her sister hang up but took the initiative and pushed the end button on her phone.

“You worthless piece of trash, scrub harder! Did you not eat today?” “Get away from me, you disgusting freak! You’ll dirty the floor!” “What are you looking at? You blind, ugly monster!” Fists, boots, clubs, and malicious insults became her daily routine. Eventually, Vanessa seemed to have really gone mad. She would often scrub the filth mechanically while muttering to herself in a crazed, delirious tone, “Go back… I need to go back to the modern world… Ethan, honey, take me back! This isn’t real… Since I’ve traveled through time, I must be able to travel back. I have to find a way; I need to find a way–”