Sly Cooper Calling Card Novels & Stories

Serena yelled, running out of the door. "All the best," Monica yelled behind, closing the door. Monica went back to working on her business proposal when her phone rang. She peeped on the screen and saw, an unknown number so she answered it. Skeptically, she answered the call. "Monica, it's me Sly," Sly's voice rang at the end of the call. After using Gertrude's phone, he knew Monica wouldn't answer his calls and he also perceived that Monica would be angry with Gertrude so he used a strange number to call her. Monica paled at the sound of Sly's voice. His effect on her was difficult to miss. Her heart race began to escalate as Sly continued to speak.

“It was one date. He forced me on it. He thinks he can buy me with his money. But I’d rather slit my throat then spend another second with him.” My hatred sold perfectly because Corey looked satisfied. “Okay, then,” he said. “Fake dating it is.” “You need to leave, now,” I said urgently. “Before someone sees us and this gets to Grayson.” He nodded. He reached into his breast pocket and produced a calling card. He held it out for me. “Call me whenever you’re ready and we’ll discuss the details.” I took the card, my thumb trailing over the embossed name of his company. “Goodnight, then, Ms. Hale,” he said, giving me one last long look before he turned and walked down the driveway.

she said. “I want a number,” Stacey said. “Yours.” Silence stretched. The room’s bassline changed, a slow build that sounded like a storm that hadn’t decided where to rain. Nox slid a card across the bar. No name. Just a number and a small, embossed smiling ghost. “Call me when you’ve decided what you’re really buying,” she said. Luke palmed the card while he looked like he was taking a nap. In his ear, Ty murmured, “Got it. Burner on a burner. I’ll dance with it.”

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

the boy exclaimed happily. Belle nodded and smiled at him as he finished arranging the plates. She opened her wallet, pulled out a calling card, and handed it to him. "I want you to call me the moment your mother has fully recovered. That's my personal number," Belle said. The boy stared at the card intently. "Dr. Belle Perez-DelValle..." he read in a whisper before his eyes widened in shock. "Good day, Doctor. I didn't know... I didn't recognize you. I'm so sorry," he stammered, bowing repeatedly.

Screw death, I wasn't going to be a coward. I headed back to my locker where I had put the card when I got back from the party. I pulled out the drawer and picked it up. I stared at it and in that moment, a flicker of Samantha's warm smile flashed through my mind. I clutched the card in my hand and decided that I would call her. She asked me to call her when I couldn't bear it anymore and now was the time. I cleaned my tears and picked up my phone. With trembling fingers, I dialed the number on the card which I suspected to be Samantha's.

He was handing me a shield and telling me to use it. ​I swallowed down the lump in my throat, reached out, and took the cards from his hand. His fingers brushed against mine for a brief second—warm, broad, and completely steady—before he stepped back to give me space. ​"Thank you," I murmured, my voice low. ​"Don't thank me," Carter said. "Use it to build your label." ​My phone chimed violently in my hand, shattering the quiet in the room. ​I looked at the caller ID. It was a direct line from Metro Sound 99.5—the biggest music and entertainment radio station in the city.

“How could you do this to me?” If anyone heard him say this, they would think I cheated on him or something. “Cole—” I tried again, but he cut me off, his hands already moving to dig through his drawer. “Here,” he said, pulling out a sleek black card and holding it up like it was the ultimate solution. “Let me give you my card.” I sighed. “I already have a card. You gave me one when we got married”

He paused. I didn't respond, maintaining my decision to kick this shit off the table. "I think... This is it." He laughed wryly. Curious, I dragged the sheet down and turned around to see for myself what was getting him so speechless. He had a card in his hand and as usual, I rushed it from it to examine it. It was a red and black card, Sebatsian's favorite colors. On it was crested 'Sebastian Carter' I swallowed lumps of saliva that were stuck in my throat. This couldn't be happening... Hastily, I brought out my phone and dialed the number.

“Don’t ever try.” My phone vibrated from my bag. Maybe it was Lake calling to laugh at me. I fished it out, but it was an unknown number. I hit the red button and sipped my drink. It was turned for Cooper to sing, but he was joined by Rocket, who was singing a hit boy band song. My phone vibrated again. It pissed me off that it came from the same number. “Hello. Who’s this?” “Before you end this call, listen to me very carefully.”