Novel & Cerita That's Calling The Kettle Black

Third Person's POV It is another day and just like yesterday, all of them are waiting for the police to call. But not like what they did last time, they are now doing several things instead just sitting on the couch and staring at the to and wait for it to ring. They made themselves busy but their ears are all lending on the telephone. "Miss Fatima, what's this?" Sarah asked while showing the black box that she found inside the cabinet. "Oh," Miss Fatima reacted and then walks towards Sarah. She takes a closer look to the black box that Sarah is holding. She smiles widely.

Not even four in the afternoon. The rest of the staff remained gathered, some still wiping their tears, their worry lingering heavily in the air. Mr. Oh exhaled slowly, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His expression hardened. He dialed. “Master Ethan,” he said, his voice steady but carrying an unmistakable edge, “someone hurt young mistress Belle.” And he began to explain everything. *****😊😢*****

“Get up.” Black stood up and turned to face Kelley. Remorse shone in his eyes and Kelley looked at the man who had worked for him for three years. Black was good at his job, extremely good and he’d saved Kelley’s life once so his betrayal was a bitter pill. “You’re going to tell me everything Charles is planning. Every last detail, do you hear me?” “Yes, Sir.” “Report to the basement, Black.” Black turned and walked into the house, leaving the front door open. Kelley followed close behind him and watched as he turned into the kitchen and opened the door for the basement. He pressed the number nine on his phone and within a minute Connor ran into the foyer.

"I am prepared to do whatever it takes to gain strength and seize control." The Healer's eyes bore into hers, as if searching her soul for truth. The remaining part of his face was covered in black. "Very well. Embrace the darkness, and the power shall be yours." With those words, the Black Healer began an intricate ritual, chanting ancient incantations that reverberated through the clearing. The air crackled with energy as the dark forces responded to his summons. Audrey felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, empowering her with abilities beyond her wildest dreams.

I mumbled before answering the call, earning a smirk form Zach. "Alpha Heath," I greeted him with forced civility, keeping my tone neutral. "Felix," Marcus replied, his voice tinged with a mix of urgency and hesitation, "he doesn't even have the decency to call you alpha," Creed growled in my head. "The rogue problem has escalated beyond our control. We need your help."

A problem to clean up so their world could keep running smooth. The kettle started to whistle. I poured the water over the grounds and watched the dark liquid rise. The smell of coffee filled the quiet kitchen. I didn’t add anything to it. Just black. I wrapped both hands around the mug and stood there in the dark, leaning against the counter, letting the heat soak into my palms.

Shuffling. Me(very pissed): Who the fuck is this?!... It better not be you silly teenagers prank calling or I swear to God I'll- **Shh, shh. Language, Sunshine.** Me: Pycho stalker? I gasped Stalker: Thats the name you've given me huh? Interesting. He chuckled seeming very amused. Me(very scared now but acting like I don't give a shit): What do you want? Stalker: Isn't it obvious? I want you, Sunshine.

He said it in an extremely serious tone. "O-kay Dad!" I said but inside my mind, I already said a few cusses. I knew what Dad is going to say and I can no longer reason a way out of it. *** Black's POV "Black I'm so dead! I can't escape anymore!!!!!" Mich complained. She is here in my room this early morning just to complain. "What happened?" I asked confusedly because I haven't heard any explanation since she came in, she just rants and voices out how her life is doomed.

I called the hell icon, but there was no user or names, how do I call the king of hell, I waited for them to answer me, anyone, maybe it'll be one of his right hands, or one of the demon lord, hopefully not one that doesn't like me, but then again, most of them didn't like me, being their kings favourite. "Yes?" a voice answers me, I couldn't see a picture, so that means he doesn't know it's me yet. "I need to talk to the king," I answer him. "The king is busy," the voice asks, if he even dares to end the call, I'll kill him. "Tell him, Iris, his favourite kitten is calling," I say in a very confident voice, but the jerk on the other side in hell, he ends the call, what a jerk!