Call Call Novelas e Histórias

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--- The phone buzzed. Sharp, loud in the silence. Riven jolted upright, grabbing for it where it lay on the counter. The screen glowed. An unknown number. His thumb hovered, then opened it. Four words. Hope you enjoyed yourself. And below that: Tick, tick. The phone slipped in his sweaty grip. His stomach dropped ice-cold. Kael caught the look on his face. “What is it?” Riven handed the phone over with trembling fingers. Kael read. His jaw tightened.

I call, but there’s no answer. He just keeps walking.

POV: MARA KADE We are barely out of the building when my phone rings. I do not recognise the number. I answer anyway because today is not a day for ignored calls. "Ms. Kade." The voice is male. Measured. The kind of measured that is practiced rather than natural. "My name is Callum Reese. I think we need to talk." I stop walking. Adrian stops beside me. "How did you get this number," I say. "The same way I get most things," he says. "Carefully and in advance."

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

The moment Jacob realized he had called out the wrong name yet again, he visibly froze. He scrambled to correct himself in panic and stared at me, hesitating for two seconds before finally squeezing out, "Anya, will you?" I could only manage a bitter, helpless smile. This was our mating ceremony. Yet, even now, the name that still slipped past Jacob's lips was "Anna". Looking at Jacob, I could see the sheer panic in his eyes. I knew he wanted to explain himself.

After a moment of hesitation, she pressed the call button. "I'm sorry. The number you have dialed is not in service!" "Not in service? How is that possible?!!!"

, meaning Callan was the one who woke me up from my sweet sleep and also the person who was going to die at my hands. I quickly declined his call and fell back on my bed, trying to go back to sleep but after turning and tossing in my bed, I was unable to fall back to sleep. I groaned and grabbed my phone which I had dumped on my nightstand to find that Callan had called me 23 times, left 17 messeges..my brother had called me 4 times, my mother 6 and my father 2... "What in the fuck.." I mumbled and decided to call Callan. He picked up within a second and boy was I sorry that I called him.

"Who would you like to call?" "Camille."