Your Call Second Hand Novels & Stories

His eyes locked on mine for the longest time before he finally broke the silence. "If you're having second thoughts, I can talk to the High King to call off our engagement." "Why would I be having second thoughts?" I said, my voice steady as a rock. "I know you had a thing for Alpha Iris once." There was a hint of hurt in his voice that he could not quite hide. That took me back to my previous life when Damon had gone to the ends of the earth for me, nearly sacrificing it all. I felt my eyes welled up. "Yeah, I had feelings for him once, but that's history."

The faintly glowing claws of silver made every werewolf present tense. “A Silver Wolf!” “It’s the legendary Silver Wolf!” “His presence is so powerful! I can’t move!” Even though they knew the claws weren’t made of real silver, the instinctive danger was felt. Rhett, feeling his strength being suppressed, shifted his eyes quickly before they landed on Sarah. Then, he pointed at her and shouted toward Seville, “Instead of worrying about that useless Blake, maybe you should worry about your pregnant wife! That b*tch sent poison to her! Aren’t you concerned?”

My fingers hovered over the screen for a long time without moving. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and I put the phone back exactly where it had been, as if nothing had happened. We spent that evening cozied up on the couch, watching a show. I leaned against his shoulder. The people on the screen were laughing, but I couldn't take in a single word. Lionel's phone buzzed once. He picked it up and glanced at the screen. The corner of his mouth curved into the faintest smile. Then, he bowed his head to type out a reply.

is calling. END OF VOLUME 2

"How much longer are you going to keep this up?" Jenna froze. Clifton held the mud-stained art book to his chest and walked out slowly. The streetlight at the entrance of the alley was very dim. Clifton got back into his car but didn't start the engine right away. His phone was flooded with calls from work. After the wedding fiasco, two clients had pulled out of their deals. The board wanted an explanation, but he couldn't bring himself to say a single word. He opened the pieced-together scrapbook. An old note slipped out from the first page. It was one I had written to him seven years ago.

The second call lasted even longer. Nothing. The irritation grew sharper. By the third attempt, my patience was completely gone. "Seriously?" I said in frustration. The call clicked. Then a robotic voice echoed through the speaker. The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone. My grip tightened around the phone. Unavailable. Again.

I did. As I escorted my mother out of the house, she told me my father would be visiting soon. She had come mainly to express her satisfaction about my divorce. She never liked Stella and I didn't know why. I called Alfredo. He was my second. “Sir” “I'm coming to the office now, prepare him.” “Yes sir” I cut the call. “Lisa!”I called. Shortly after, I heard her light thumps on the floor. She was so delicate. So small. So pretty.

"Gee, I'm so hungry, I could eat you. That pasta smells delicious. Can I have some?" Amaliah laughed again. "Sure. You can have some. I'm using grandma's recipe." "Yummy! I love it. Hold up, I'll just change into something else." Sheila threw over her shoulder and strutted into her bedroom. As the pasta simmered on the electric stove, Amaliah's phone rang. Her stomach dropped when she saw that it was Ted Williams. She looked at the screen for a few seconds before swiping left to decline the call. He called a second time and she declined it as well. And then a third time. She considered turning off her phone when he started to call a fourth time but her instincts told her declining the call m

The caller didn’t pick up or return the call I called twice and got no response.