Secondhand Serenade Your Cal Novels & Stories

“It’s going to get crazy up in here. It’ll start with me singing off-key to Def Leppard and will end with tea and a few more chapters of a rather steamy werewolf-vampire romance.” “You like Def Leppard?” “I do. Motley Crue, KISS, and Skid Row will be on repeat as well.” I turn on the sink to rinse the dishes. “You sound surprised. Are you judging me, Mr. Mount?” “I am. I am judging you hard, and I will admit you do not look like someone who’d be a fan of 80s hair bands.” “Looks can be deceiving.” “Apparently so.” I laugh and start loading the dishwasher. “Don’t be mad if I teach Edward the words to Pour Some Sugar on Me.”

I stated, putting my cup on the side table. Only then, did she listen. “What?” “We don't do evidences. We are not lawyers.” “But- but-i - I thought-” I got up from my chair, straightening my suit. “There are no thoughts Lisa.” “Time is ticking Antonio.” I grabbed her shoulders, moving her to the sofa and forcing her body down. “If you want a good plan, you need to be calm.” Lisa breathed, running her hand through her hair. “Okay,” she breathed. “Okay, I'm calm.”

One of them was real but the other was the weapon that I was about to use. He let out a shaky breath as he watched me in anticipation. But little did he know that death was coming to him. I placed the other earring down and then the one that I needed, I held onto it, but I did so carefully, knowing that it could very well kill me also. “I want you to ride me, baby,” I kept teasing him, grinding on top of his hard manhood to make sure that he was still aroused. And he was very much. “You’re driving me crazy, Candy girl. You have no idea how much I want you,” He said as he gave me a look. It was like the look a lion would give his prey.

I hurried to reassure him. When the call ended, Will and I exchanged a look. Revenge gleamed in both our eyes. Three days later, the city's first snow fell. The stage was set; the performance was about to begin.

“You have to choose between us because I will never share you with her.” Aiden chuckled slightly, his words slurred from alcohol. “Claire, we’re done. I don’t love you anymore. I never did. You were just… there. For three years, you were just my toy. You see her?” He pointed at Serena. “This is my class, rich, classy, elegant. Have you looked at yourself?” He scoffed. “Do something about your life. Or better yet, disappear forever.” He grabbed Serena’s hand and walked out, leaving me behind.

But she wasn’t offended by it, she was mostly curious. Most men she met were eager to impress her. They asked questions, complimented her, tried to keep her attention. Callum did none of that. He was respectful, but distant. Interesting. “So,” Serena said after a while, turning slightly toward him, “I’ve heard Blackwood Holdings has been expanding quite a lot recently.” Callum looked up from his glass. “We have.” She smiled lightly. “It must be a lot to manage.” “It is.” There was a brief pause.

Serene answered awkwardly. Feeling the slipping vibe ,Rose chirped , " No problem my lady . Pleasure me with the honor of having your first drink with me." She bowed her head and lend her hand forward in a royal way as if asking for permission. Serene laughed and they had the same drink and almost got drunk and danced like no tomorrow. Both started shouting hysterically when the beats of DESPACITO hit the speakers. Some considered them crazy while the two obliviously shook their asses teasing the men and irritating the women because they couldn't help but feel insecure as they went from laughing to shouting to teasing and what not...

My attempt to sound calm is betrayed by a slight tremble in my words. Calvin's expression softens, and he sighs. "I can see why you're upset. But you've got it all wrong," he begins. "Serena and I... we're not what you think. I’m just helping her out." As I listen to Calvin talk about Serena, something doesn't feel right. His eyes don't lock onto mine like they usually do. They quickly glance away before returning, and I catch this little twitch at the corner of his mouth. Something’s up.

Serena and I locked eyes, both of us letting out an icy huff of disdain. I was about to walk away when Calder, finally free from the enchantment, broke through the magical barrier with a forceful palm and roared, "You were with him all along, weren't you, Serena? Did you conspire with him to make a fool of me, to disgrace the Celestial Realm?" Serena said nothing. With a swift motion, she whipped out the Crimson Whip, coiling it tightly around Calder's throat. "Conspire? If we had, would we have battled at Green Lake for three days and nights? And as for our previous life..."

Standing at the far end of the chamber, draped in white silk and necrotic-purple veins, was the puppet. Serena. She wasn't crying anymore. Her eyes were a flat, dull silver-gray—the exact color of the Mother's heart. "The harvest is ready," Serena whispered, the voice layered with the subsonic growl of the First Ones. She looked at Leo. "Welcome home, Remainder." I stepped forward, my silver dagger singing as it left the sheath, my gold-rimmed eyes reflecting the end of the world. "I'm not a remainder," I hissed.