The Cuckoo's Calling Novels & Stories

Everyone wanted someone as wonderful and devoted as him to fall in love with them. But it was all a lie. Returning to the present, I felt my stomach churning. Something was threatening to spill out of me. I fled to the bathroom and puked my guts out. I was still in the bathroom when I heard the commotion outside. In the heavy silence of the room, the familiar voice rang out with unusual clarity. "My wife prepared a surprise for me. It should be right here in this room."

Turo finished. Nik let me go, I sucked in huge breaths as I rubbed my throat. "Why the fuck do you call her that? She's not some annoying chirpy insect." Turo smiled. "There are certain species of female crickets who cannibalize their mates during sex. Ryker once said that Nik eats men for breakfast." He wiggled his eyebrows. Nik stomped around the back of the couch. "That's why you call me cricket?" She slapped at his chest.

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

I couldn’t help but breathe in the green and fresh smell of the earth. “Xandry!” I called out as I followed the trail. My anger against myself rose when I realized I could have called him first and asked where he was. I guessed this was the effect of being a panicky person. My voice just echoed around, and I got no answer in return.

In the videos, Joey grumbled under his breath about how cold the coffin was, all while being wrapped in a warm blanket, fed food by his parents, and even given affection by Winnie, who had snuck in while no one was there. The scene was disgraceful, to say the least. "You set me up?" Joey asked incredulously. He'd endured lying there in the coffin for three days straight because he could see the light at the end of the road, that his dreams of living a carefree life abroad were going to be a reality. He thought his plan was flawless, but I'd recorded it all and broadcast it for everyone to see. "Why can't I scheme against you when you did it to me first?" I said, laughing at the top of my lun

I closed my eyes concentrating on the sound. “ ‘Larie?” Ash questioned but I shushed him. “Hush little baby, Cuca is coming, Papa went to the fields, Mama went to work.” I completed the humming sound, recognizing the tune. “What in the damn world is that?” I whipped around on Ash’s voice, and the sight left me in a shock. “The ninth wonder of the world” I spoke in shock.

As they sang, they heard a loud squealing noise and their singing came to an abrupt end as they tried figuring out the cause of the squealing and where it came from. "Guys, it's a camerul", Dawn shrilled in excitement as she examined the creature that had been squealing and they all gathered around it. It looked like a very much normal bird to Jared and just as if Dawn was reading his thoughts, she spake and she lifted the creature with one hand and placed it on her palm. The legs of the camerul were still feeble so it couldn't walk. "It's not more than a day old, no tail has started springing and no fur yet, it can't even stand properly", She shrilled in excitement again.

The Council members had left a while ago, leaving us alone to chatter among ourselves. Gabe had come to stand next to us, “Did I say something wrong?” He asked after a while. Adam shook his head, “No. Gabe, you didn’t. Beta Cass just knows when to call his objections.” Adam rolled his eyes, “Cocky prick.”

he added. They followed Kuu deeper into the cave and just a few steps later, they heard distinct sounds of hens and ducks. “Am I hallucinating?” The queen asked Vivar who was also trying to listen to the noise of the poultry. “I think I am too, your highness. This kid is kinda weird.” Vivar whispered.

"I'm assuming you're not the chef." "God, no. I’m the man who makes sure the King looks like a King," he said, reaching out to flick a stray hair from my shoulder with a gloved hand. "And apparently, I’m the man who has to turn you into a Goddess of War in the next three hours. He called me at 4:00 AM, sounding... different. Now I see why." He leaned in closer, his perfume smelling of expensive oud and secrets. "I'm Flyn. Put that spatula down, honey. We have a mansion to infiltrate and a legacy to incinerate. If we’re going to announce your 'extinction' to the Hudsons, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an apron."