Romantic Calling Novels & Stories

Not a text this time. A call.

"Who would you like to call?" "Camille."

"So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room together at a hot spring hotel?" The room erupted in murmurs. Everly's face turned pale. She instinctively grabbed onto Jeremy's sleeve. "You... You're lying! That was for work!" she screamed. I gestured for Justin Orson to play the projection. On the screen appeared a list of transactions alongside corresponding social media posts. [December 1: Thank you for the necklace, Jeremy. I love it.] [Transaction: 2000 dollars charged to Jeremy's supplementary card.] [December 24:

Isabella snapped her head to me, “What?” “Her wolf is killing her. Sometimes they don’t want to leave their counterparts, so they linger until they die; killing them both. That’s what happened to Maggie, only they stopped it in time. Mary doesn’t have much time left.” The urgency in my voice, mixed with Isabella’s nursing background, made her jump into action. “What do I need to do?” She rolled up her long sleeves, “Put your hand over mine,” I grabbed her hand, “Call to your wolf- then call to hers.” “How? Alexander, I’ve never done that succesfully-”

My phone rang as I lay in bed to nap, pulling the comforter over my head. I picked up my phone and a broad grin flashed on my face as I saw the caller's id because it was my vampire. “Hello.” I answered the call with glee. “I hope I didn’t disturb you, Angel.” I smiled as I heard his euphonious voice. “Not at all, Jonathan.” “So what were you doing?” “I just came to my room after having lunch with Mom. What are you doing to me, Jonathan? I’m missing you so much.” As I cried out, he chuckled.

Her smile was more polished and controlled now. You couldn't see the groom's face, just his back. He wore a fitted dark suit, a rose tattoo behind his ear. I had never liked tattoos. And I had a birthmark the size of a fist on my neck. Young Edmund went quiet. Even his breathing faded. "That's not me. It's really not me. Who is it?" Right then, my phone buzzed with a text from Charlotte. [The cars get there at 11 a.m. Go clean the house now. Wear a mask and shoe covers. If anyone asks, say you're the cleaner.]

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

she answered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “No, it’s your soulmate, Daniel Norwood,” I replied, a smirk creeping onto my face. She scoffed in disbelief. “I apologize for earlier, but Samira, what you did wasn’t cool,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady. “Should I record this call and expose you?” she shot back, her voice laced with mischief. “Or maybe I should let your chubby wife listen in?” I could tell she was serious, and this time, I was ready to go all in.

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter thirteen 🦋 It Monday and it I had always wish it came early than expected, Michelle filled everyone ears with her dates. Things worked out for them and she really like him. I changed into my uniform. My parents are taking the night flight back to New York today and am sure Michelle would have to shut her mouth up. I missed Tina call on Saturday evening but I didn't bother to call back, I seriously don't want to talk to them for now.

he called as he dropped the cup and brought out a rosy flower “will you be my date to prom? He asked as he held my hand with so much emotion in his eyes. I stood there lost as everyone screamed and cheered with so many questions on my mind ~Do I want this? ~What if it all went wrong? ~Or maybe this is just a dream The thoughts kept running in my head as he called again hoping I give the right answer “say yes Quincy babe, show em how it’s done” Gigi screamed while he squeeze my hand for the last time and this time I had it all thought and yes I want this I thought as I slowly nods my head in approval then collected the flower. He huffed me tight as everyone cheered, the cologne of his perfume