Romantic Calling Novels & Stories

He frowned, pulled a card from his wallet, and handed it to me. "There's some money on this card. Use it to buy some clothes. After all, you've been with me for so many years. If you really want to meet Sarah, I'll help arrange it, but don't wear knockoffs." I met everyone's gaze and handed the card back. "No need. We have nothing to do with each other anymore." No matter how sour Roy's expression grew, I walked past him and headed upstairs. I always kept my word. Since I had promised to meet the partner, I couldn't leave in such a messy way. Before I had even taken two steps, Roy's cold voice cut through the air.

In my ears, he spoke softly: "This is not the father's will, and you know that." He let go of his arms around me and smiled. "You can end this war, sister. The Alpha of the lycanthrope has promised to withdraw his forces and leave us alone if we give you to him. It hurts us dearly, sister, but it is out of our hands now. You will be honoured for your bravery for ages to come, and generations will tell your story. "

A forgotten blanket was tossed over his legs, his phone blinking with missed messages he hadn’t seen. Kael set a small box on the counter—inside, a carved locket. He didn’t know if Jesse would even accept it, but it was for Roman to try. Maybe that was his way of showing he still gave a damn. Outside, the sky darkened. Riven stirred. “Any word?” Kael shook his head. “Still nothing.” Later that night, as Kael closed the workshop, his phone buzzed. An unknown number. He opened the message.

“Yes, this is Reign's number.” “Hi, Reign. This is Roman. I am calling to invite you to my birthday party.”

He traced the line of my throat, his thumb lingering over my pulsing jugular. "Thaddeus called you repulsive. Tell me, did you believe him? Did you let that coward convince you that you were nothing?" "It’s hard not to believe it when you're being sold like a used car," I spat, a flash of bitterness breaking through my terror. I tried to pull the torn fabric of my bodice higher, my knuckles white as I fought to hide my skin. Romanov's eyes darkened. "Stop hiding." "No." "I said..." he repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous, silky register, "stop hiding."

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

“Nightmare fuel.” “Oh,” she said, unimpressed. Roman gestured. “Call him. Ask who handles the surveillance now.” I glared at him. He shrugged. I scrolled through my contacts, found Rhys’s number, and hit call. “Speaker,” Roman ordered. I raised a brow. “Please.” His jaw ticked. That was his version of begging. I tapped speaker. It rang. And rang. And on the fifth ring— “Yeah?” His voice hit me in the chest.

By the time I finished, Sienna had dropped her spoon twice and was staring at me like I’d just confessed to living three separate lives. “Callie,” she whispered finally, “you are living in a supernatural love rhombus.” “Don’t say it like that,” I whined, almost burying my face into my palms. “It’s a rhombus!” “It’s a nightmare,” I groaned. “No, babes, It’s messy, sexy, dangerous, emotionally reckless and honestly? I’m living for it. I'd give anything to be mated to sexy ass men like that.” I dragged my hands over my face, half laughing and half wishing I could dissolve into dust. “I have a date with Marco tonight.”

One wolf even snorted. Dominic’s mouth twitched, like he couldn’t decide between frowning or smirking. “Try again. With less sarcasm.” Calla folded her hands in her lap. “Fine. I apologize for being late. I was busy pacing around and wondering if the rumors are true that I’ll be fed to a river beast if I misbehave.” Someone choked on their drink. Dominic leaned forward slightly. “This isn’t a joke, Calla.” “No, it’s a marriage,” she shot back. “A very romantic one where the groom disappears and his brother swoops in like a broody hawk with legal documents.”

“I love you, you know?” His hands caressed my waistline, teasing the robe. “I know Callie” I lifted a hand to his face, fondling my fingers over his stubble and the sharp line of his jaw, Roman leaned into my touch like a man starved. “Let's leave this place” he requested into my hand, “Let's go on a trip. Somewhere far away. Just you and me.” A beautiful smile curled on his lips. It brightened his eyes. “No worries. No work. No distractions...” his brief moment of hesitation made my heart beat double