You Can Call Me Novels & Stories

“If you could tell me your preferred method of contact, whether that's email, direct call, or…” “Iris.” His voice dropped. “Stop.”

👶👶👶👶👶 I'm packing to go home when I receive a call from Ren. That's weird. A call from Ren? I quickly pick up. " You need to get here NOW!!! " 😶😶😶😶

I blurted out before I could control myself . Ava looked at me confused , she moved closer to the bed and sat beside me like she was trying to grasp what I was saying . You call me Nora , you called me to ask me to come and for us to hangout don’t tell you can’t remember that . I did ? Of course dummy , you did , so why don’t I let you go get dressed and freshen up , your uncle left but he said that if we need anything that I should just ask the chef to and that is exactly what I am going to do .

I think it’s too early to get any reactions from them, they are not awake yet. After I sent them off to school I retreat to my office and start making my calls. *Ring *Ring *Ring “Alpha Dillion office how may I help you.” Said a meek young feminine voice. “Alpha Carter here, I would like to personally talk to Alpha Dillion. Please.” I asked. “Hold Please.” “Well, hello there you old bat.” Dillion greeted Carter. “Hello Dillion, it’s been a long time.” I said rolling my eyes. I hated how he teased me.

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 pulled out my phone and tried her line one more time. ***The person you are calling is currently unavailable...***

"I never got your name." "I am Zoraya but you can call me Zoe." "You can also call me Cathy." I smiled warmly at her. "Goodnight, Cathy."

I didn't plan to say that. He stepped closer, his breath visible in the chill. "I never wanted to leave you, kiddo. The divorce... it was between me and your mom. But losing you in my life? That killed me every day." His voice was thick with emotion. "I thought about calling a hundred times. Wondered if you'd hate me." "I could never hate you," I whispered, my voice breaking. The words hung there, heavy. Suspense built in my chest. What if he pulled away? What if this weekend changed nothing? Or everything?

“Just say you want me to call everyday and I will.” "Yes, I want you to call me everyday. Whenever you are free, if it's possible.” I couldn't hold back the smile that spread across my lips. "Goodnight, Adrian.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just get yourself something.” I watched her walk down the street, her pace slow but steady. Then an idea struck me, one I didn’t like but had no other choice. I dialed Marcus but it went to voicemail. I hung up, tried again and got the same result. On the third attempt, I gave in and left a message. “I… I need… I need to take you up on that offer,” I said, voice breaking despite my attempt to sound calm. “Please call me.” Two hours later, my phone buzzed with a text.