Saints-rams No-call Novels & Stories

“That’s insane. You want to bet? If you call him right now, he’s not going to answer.” I smile inwardly. Connor won’t pick up tonight since he told me himself that he’s sick and won’t be reachable. “He’ll answer. He’s never not answered my call. I’m the Don. His boss.” “Alright,” I say with a smirk. “Do it. Call him and see if he answers.” Dante dials. The phone rings and rings. No response. He frowns, tries again. Still nothing. I’m grinning from my spot on the stairs, biting back a laugh.

Ramon ordered, his tone authoritative. Daisy quickly pulled out her phone, and dialed Felix's number. After a tense moment, she put the call on speaker, allowing everyone in the room to hear the conversation. "The number you dialed is out of coverage area. Please try again later..." Daisy and Charlotte exchanged worried glances as the automated message played through the speakerphone. Ramon's jaw tightened, his frustration evident. "Damn it, we need to get in touch with him. This is no time for a communication glitch," Ramon muttered under his breath.

"What's going on between you and Carmen?" "Nothing." "Then why are you acting like this?" He picked up his phone. "I'm calling her." He pressed the button. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Sienna couldn't breathe. The room was spinning. This was it. Everything was ending right now. The ringing stopped. Voicemail. "Hey Carmen, it's Noah. Sorry I missed your calls. Call me back when you get this." He hung up. Looked at Sienna. "Happy now?"

I answered calmly. Before he could say anything, I hung up the phone. The moment the call ended, I realized I was still standing on pack grounds. The werewolves around were all staring at me. When I met their eyes, they quickly looked away. Just then, another call came from an unknown number. "Hello, this is Werewolf Temple. We’re calling for a final confirmation—do you and the Red Moon Pack alpha still want a bond breaking mediation?" "There is no need. Proceed with the bond breaking," I answered.

He tried to run after me but I was quick to climb into a taxi and vanish. And now he's calling? What the fuck does he want? If it's sorry he wants to say, he can write it on a piece of paper, wipe his shit with it and flush it down the toilet. I don't give a fuck. The phone rings again. I don't pick it. It's obviously Ramon. It rings again the second time. I still don't pick it. When it rings the third time, I yell angrily at the caller, "Stop fucking calling me!!!!"

Ramingo pressed his cigarette into the ashtray, his expression stern as he looked at the group, "For the next couple of days, you're on lockdown. Nowhere to go, follow the company's arrangements for everything!" Leo nodded, "Got it." Anthony shrugged, "Sure." Ben hesitated, "Um... I need to take this call." He picked up the phone that had been buzzing non-stop, motioning to Ramingo, "It's my dad calling." Ramingo nodded in acknowledgement. Stepping aside, Ben answered the call only to be met with an ear-piercing roar from the other end. "You rascal! Get your ass back here immediately! Right now!!!" ...

in a tone that suggests this phrase has preceded some interesting evenings. "Good game tonight," Remy says. "Painful ending but good game." "You play?" I ask. "Tight end. Didn't start today." He shrugs with the uncomplicated acceptance of someone who has made peace with their place on the depth chart. "But I will next week so." He grins. "Drink up." He drifts away into the crowd, and Santiago leans slightly toward me. "He will next week," he says quietly, confirming. "You sound sure."

Didn’t matter! I pulled out my phone and hovered my thumb over Ronan’s name in my call log. Damon added before I could hit dial. "It won't go through." I frowned. "What do you mean it won’t go through?" He shifted awkwardly. "He's... unavailable. Right now." "Unreachable, or... ignoring?" "Unavailable. That’s all I can say." I sighed, gripping the phone tight for a second before dropping it back into my bag. "Fine. Whatever."

“You two. My office. Everyone else—sit tight. We’re talking after.” Jax and Ronan followed. Door shut with a definitive click. Ramirez didn’t sit. Just leaned against his desk, arms still folded. “You saw the leak.” Jax nodded. Coach exhaled hard through his nose. “League’s furious. Called me at 6:45. Calling it a ‘public relations disaster.’ They want you both suspended until the bond is ‘stabilized.’ Whatever the hell that means—probably code for ‘until we can force a trade or separation.’”

Sienna Vance is a sports therapy royalty, dedicated to taking her hometown football team to the championships. But when Jaxson Cole, the arrogant, billionaire star quarterback for her team's fiercest rival suffers a career-ending knee injury, his powerful family conspires to buy out Sienna's contract. Forced to relocate to Jaxson’s lonely luxury estate in the a snow-dusted area of Tatra Mountains Zakopane, of Poland, Sienna expects annoying mind games and strong resistance fromJaxson,who on the other hand is determined to destroy her professional composure.Sienna is determined to fix his helpless situation and walk away. But late-night sessions created an intensity , leading to unexpecte