Romantic Calling Novels & Stories

"Trust your instincts." “What’s that supposed to mean?” Before he could answer, Autumn called from inside, her tone dry. “When you two lovers are done, can we start?” Callie’s face went bright red. “We’re not lovers!” she blurted out. Damon just let out a small chuckle as Autumn reached out and pulled Callie inside. *****

He knew from the number of calls—his father's calls always came in sets. Lennon reached for the phone. Five missed calls. Two texts: “Call me.” And then, below it: “Lennon. Now.” He looked at Damien. "He does not call like this unless something has happened," Lennon said. "I know." "He knows something new." "Yes." Damien sat back. He looked at the ceiling for a moment. Then he looked at Lennon. "Get dressed. I will call Roman." Lennon got up. He picked up his clothes from the floor. He looked at Damien.

Roman happened to be one and I was unfortunate enough to run into him and have him like me. I scoffed inwardly. He didn’t like me. He liked the idea of having me like I was an object. If he did like me, he wouldn’t treat me like this. I was about to speak when my phone started ringing. My eyes drifted to the screen and saw that it was Damon calling. Roman saw this too but he didn’t say anything. I simply took hold of my phone, not answering the call. I wouldn’t know how to speak to him at the moment. When the call rang out, I looked back at Roman.

She asked when he was done. Like she had done, he held the phone out for her to read it. Mi amor. She cocked a brow. "Spanish makes everything more romantic or so I was told." She laughed. "Don't forget to send it, Madeline." "I won't. I promise." Satisfied, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She recoiled, her eyes asking him what he was doing. "Friends kiss on the cheek." He threw in a wink for an added effect, turned and headed out.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. His fingers found their target, brushing against her wetness, and she nearly gasped aloud. Her hips twitched and his grip tightened on the phone. “Yes, I understand,” Roman said into the phone, his tone businesslike. “We’ll have the numbers by the end of the day.” His fingers circled slowly around her clit, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his lips as he continued his call. He was enjoying this.

A Call She Didn’t Expect Her phone vibrated. She frowned. Unknown number. No one outside the team had her number. She hesitated, then answered. “Who is this?” A deep, controlled voice came through the line. Smooth. Dangerous. Too calm. “Miss Romano.” Her breath caught. James Michelle. She sat up straighter, grip tightening around the phone. “How did you get this number?” A small chuckle. Too amused. “Men like me don’t ask for numbers,” he said. “We take them.”

I don’t check the caller ID before answering. “Hello?” I grumble. “Well fuck, is that what your voice sounds in the morning? I’m screwed.” A manly voice says on the other end of the line. “Roman?” “That’s right, beautiful. I’m calling to be your escort. You have class today, right?” How does he know that? Julian I’m assuming… “That’s okay. I can figure out my own ride.” I tell him. “Nonsense. My girl deserves to be sent to school in style. Send me the address where you’re staying and I’ll pick you up.”

Roman stood with his back to her, phone trembling in his hand. She watched his shoulders stiffen. “What is it?” she asked again. But he didn’t answer. Minutes stretched. Her heartbeat thudded louder now, fear creeping in. Then the phone buzzed again, this time an incoming call from the same number. Roman swiped accept, and brought the phone to his ear. “Hello?” He said carefully. A voice came through—low, distorted, and calm in a way that made the hairs on Roman’s neck rise. “Sex under the stars? How romantic.”

With a nod, she picked up the phone, her eyes lingered on the unknown number before locking with Romeo's emerald gems. Romeo understood without her saying a word and smiled, "please excuse us while we take the call outside." They both rose from their seats and left the dining table. Cara shook her head with a soft smile when she heard her brother say; "so they answer calls together too? How romantic." Arriving outside, it was just them and the cool breeze. The phone stopped ringing, only to start again. With a soft breath, she answered the call and placed it on speaker. Waiting, she stared in silence at the screen, praying and hoping that it is wasn't who she suspected it to be.

He hadn’t asked, but I was here, so I might as well get some information. Romeo reached backwards for Nero’s work phone. I thought he was going to call security. My breath hitches in my throat. He pressed one button, and I knew he was calling for the receptionist. “Hi, this is Romeo Amoretti. My brother is unavailable, so I’m seeing his student. I’ll need about an hour with her. Put that in the system, and call me once the hour is up. Counting as soon as the call ends.” The person on the other line must have responded because he nodded and slammed the phone back into place.