Song Destiny Is Calling Me Novels & Stories

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.

I guessed that he was calling to urge me to apologize to Doris in the group chat again. I did not want to answer the call, but the phone rang over and over, as Luke called me over seven times. I was still in the pack cleaning up work, so he called the phone there and the phone was brought to me. "Alpha Luke’s on the line. Seems urgent," the guard said, handing me the phone. I took in a deep breath and reluctantly answered the call. "What is it?" I asked coldly. The moment I picked up the call, Luke's angry voice scolded me over the phone. Someone would have thought I was a servant taking orders.

I tried to act normal during dinner, but my mind kept wondering what it would be like living with a stranger in my own home. After unpacking a little, I heard something from upstairs. Soft guitar music floated down from the attic, like an old song calling my name. My heart jumped. I loved vintage music more than anything — the scratchy records, the soulful voices, the way the songs made me feel less alone. I followed the sound up the narrow stairs, my feet creaking on each step. What if he didn’t want me there? What if this new brother hated me for showing up and changing everything?

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? "Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports. He blinked, confused. “Uhn?” I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.” He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose. A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.

I longed for just a bite of fresh bread, yet right now, that seemed almost too much to wish for. "You must be famished." Whitney Johnson, my adopted sister, sounded cold and mocking as she stood behind me. I sniffed, not looking at her. I didn't even have the strength to lift my head. I leaned against the trash can as flies buzzed angrily against my face, annoyed that I'd disturbed their meal. "What do you want this time?" I asked weakly. Ever since Simon Campbell, the school heartthrob, passed away, Whitney had set me up repeatedly, tarnishing my name and turning everyone against me. The entire city had blacklisted me—no one would hire me, not even for washing dishes.

He pulled a black shirt over his head, one sleeve was already on and the second sleeve was halfway up when his phone started ringing. “God Daniel…I said I'm coming," he muttered to himself. Kai glanced toward the bed but it wasn't Daniel this time. It was Mr Singh. Why is he calling? Did something happen to Noah? His smile disappeared almost immediately. “…morning to me too.” He picked up while buttoning his cuff. “Yes sir?” “Kai good morning.” Mr. Singh’s voice sounded smooth as always, calm, and measured. Noah definitely took after him. “Morning.”

The sound of the ringing echoed in my ears, each passing moment fueling my anticipation to seek my next steps in this mission. Finally, the call connected, and Lucien's deep voice greeted me through the phone. "Mia," he acknowledged, his tone filled with warmth and understanding. "It's good to hear from you. I figure your healing has gone well?" “Of course it has Luce, you know what I’m like. Bones broken one day, leaping between trees the next.” His gruff laugh sounded over the line and I grinned. While we were friends or family, I had spent my whole life with Lucien. He was the closest thing I had to a carer.

It recoiled, arching it back and hissed at Suzanne before sprinting away. Suzanne stood back up, looking at her palm. It’s an ominous sign, she thought just as the phone in her back pocket began to ring. The ringtone was a BTS ‘Not Today’ ringtone. It was old man Hendricks. Suzanne blinked, wonder of wonders, Hendricks never called. She pressed the answer button and stepped into her grandmother’s unit. Grandmother was sitting on her bed sipping a can of beer. How grandmother had managed to smuggle in such rarity was beyond Suzanne’s understanding.

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

“I’ll end this today. No more threats. No more running.” I wanted to believe him. But when his phone rang and he stepped away to take the call, I felt the truth settle heavy in my chest. I was addicted to the wrong man. The one who could save me and destroy me in the same breath. He came back with a dark expression. “Jax is pushing the others. They want a meeting. All of them. Tonight.” My stomach dropped. “Don’t go.” “I have to.” He pulled me against his chest. “I’ll make sure they understand you’re off limits. Forever.”