That's Calling The Kettle Black Novels & Stories

Each syllable was a promise of death and dismemberment. The oil-slick grin on Kendon’s face widened. He wagged his finger at Draco, “Ah, I’m afraid I can’t tell you that. Even in death, you’ll remain in the dark. Now, before I send you all to the afterlife, there’s a question of my own I’d like answered.” With a snarl, I slammed myself against the bars once more when he crooked his finger at Blakely. “What a curious thing she is, invoking such rage within three Gods.” He tapped his chin, “I wonder why that might be. Ah, your kind have mates, don’t they?”

Yeah right. When I told Grandma I wanted to come over, she'd practically jumped up and down in celebration. She even wanted me to come on the same day but I needed time to think about what I was going to say to them, so I'd told her I was going to come in a week's time instead. I know she went and told the world I was coming back, so it's beyond shocking that grandpa isn't here. "Margarette, would you be so kind and get us something to hydrate?" She asks the scary lady in black who then asks us what we'd like to have before disappearing into the kitchen.

“And because you just tossed the MaCleod name into a PR woodchipper with two tattooed Scottish sex gods and a viral assault clip.” Callum nuzzled my shoulder. “We’ll deal with yer da. We’ve done worse.” Kieran stood, shirtless, tattoos deliciously on display. “Aye. Like that time in Barcelona. Or Moscow. Or fuckin’ Glasgow, remember that?” Callum grinned. “Oh aye. That was legendary.” I rran a hand through my hair. “Ye two are like walking chaos wrapped in sex appeal.” “We’re very aware,” Kieran said smugly. My phone buzzed again. This time, a voice message from Cole. “Oh fer fuck’s sake,” I muttered. “Speak of the devil’s saggy left bollock.”

I let out a shaky breath I didn’t realize I was holding as Kaden finally looked away from me to glare at his father. "Dad, what the hell is going on here? Why did you even call me?" Kaden barked, unmoving. Mr. Black turned his attention to me. "Where do you know my little pretty from?" he asked casually as if this wasn’t the most awkward, messed-up situation ever. Kaden’s head snapped to me, his face twisting. "Your... your little pretty?" he growled. "Can someone tell me what the actual fuck is going on?" "Sit down," Mr. Black said firmly. "That’s the only way I’ll talk. And you—come sit here, sweetheart." His tone softened as he addressed me, making bile rise in my throat.

“More like a tent.” Dad went red … tomato–red. Professor Black brought out his phone and placed a call. “Now,” he said calmly, ending it without another word. Barely a minute later, Dad’s phone rang. “Hello—” One second. Just one sentence from the caller. Dad went pale. His mouth parted as he stared at Professor Black like he was staring at a loaded gun. “Mr Black…” he whispered, voice trembling. “You’re the CEO of D&K Holdings?”

I was low-key hoping that the last talk we had wasn't some fluke, and he'd be receptive. Phone call: "Brandon Blackwolf, speaking." "Uhh, hey father. It's Kwen." "... Kwen? Oh! He- hey, Kwen. How are you? Are you ok?" I went to reply when he began to panic for literally no reason. "No, wait. You never call. Why are you calling??!" I heard a crash in the background. "Where are you?!! I'LL COME GET YOU IF YOU'RE IN TROUBLE. WHAT HAPP-"

Vermont coughed when he saw Keegan's ruthless look. He asked, "What I meant was, was she still a minor when you first met?" Keegan petulantly said, "Mind your own fucking business!" Vermont then spoke obscenely after Keegan, "I wanted to mind my fucking business too. How do I get the chance to do that if you don't leave?" His phone rang as he said that. He then glanced at it. He suddenly perked up when he saw it was Stella who had called him. He quickly put her on speaker before he accepted the call.

My eyes darted to my notification, and I swiped down, noticing a message from the same number that I had seen in missed calls. "Call me when you see my call, we need to talk, I could not reach you with my line because you blacklisted me, I would love to have a conversation with you, please it's very important." I read the message and did not need a foreseer to tell me it was Kaleb, he is the only person whose phone number I had recently blacklisted. What the fuck is he talking about, and what stupid conversation does he want to have? Is he not ashamed of his disgusting lying self?

I stop several feet before I get to the air vent and grab an old laundry basket. “Callie?” Kristy’s voice comes from the alley. “Is that you?” “Yeah. I’m trying to find something to climb on so I can get out.” “Fucking witches,” Eliza huffs and zooms through the vent. “I’m only giving you a boost up so we can get the fuck out of here. Galivanting through a dirty old building might be your idea of fun, but it isn’t mine.” “Trust me, it’s not my idea of fun either.”

Daniel’s voice rang from the other end of the phone. After ending the call, she strolled to her car and started dialing another number. ~WILLS TEXTILES FACTORY~ Kai returned late to the factory because he was waiting to kidnap the quadruplets and carry on with his evil plan which didn’t work out. He ran so fast to attend to Black who has been calling for a while now. He ran like his life depended on it; when he missed the elevator to the mini office, he took the stairs. He pushed open the door to see Black already seated in his Wheelchair.