Different Call Sign Novels & Stories

When my son suffered a heart attack in the middle of the night, I rushed him to the hospital where my wife worked. Instead of taking charge herself, she handed the operation to an intern. "New doctors need opportunities to learn. I'll be right there supervising. Nothing will happen." But before the surgery even began, a phone call pulled her away, leaving a trembling Marvin Vance alone in the operating room. My son never made it off the operating table. I collapsed in the hallway, sobbing in grief. Yet I overheard my wife gently comforting Marvin. "For your first surgery, you held on this long. You've done an amazing job, my little cinnamon roll." Awkwardly copying trendy slang younger people used online, she reassured him with endless patience. Then she turned to me with a cold expression and demanded that I sign a letter forgiving Marvin. "He has his whole future ahead of him. You can't destroy his life." I tore the document to pieces and threatened to call the police and expose what had happened. In response, she arranged for a medical donation and had my son's body dissected that very night. Driven insane by grief, I threw myself from a building while clutching my son's ashes. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of my son's surgery. This time, I immediately contacted my parents and transferred him to another hospital. But that night, they still dissected a child.

I had been on a business trip overseas for less than six months when I suddenly received a call from the hospital. "Mr. Jones, your wife is having a difficult labor. Should we proceed with a C-section or try to continue with a natural delivery?" The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I stood there, frozen. When I left, my wife had not shown any sign of pregnancy. How could she be giving birth less than six months later? I quickly dialed her number. The moment the call connected, I heard her cries of pain. "Honey, what's wrong?" From the other end of the line, I could hear a nurse urging her to push harder. However, my wife forced her voice to sound calm. "Sweetheart, I just slipped and fell a moment ago. It's nothing serious. You should keep focusing on your business trip. Don't worry about me." As I listened, the faint sound of a baby crying filtered through the phone. My grip tightened so hard around the phone that it nearly cracked. "Is that so? Then, get some rest," I said calmly. After hanging up, I immediately called my father, the richest man in the country. "Dad, Rebecca's cheating on me. She's in the delivery room right now, having another man's child. Stop all investments in the Harris family immediately. I want her thrown out with nothing to her name."

They say distance means so little when the person means so much… But when you mean nothing to that person then, the little distance will definitely mean so much… They say distance is a test of how far love can go but what if there is no love in the first place… They say the worst thing about distance is we don’t know whether they miss you or forget you, but what if they don’t even give a sign that they feel your presence even after looking at you every day… Distance doesn’t just refer to the miles between two persons. Because we are not living in different places far away from each other, but still, there is a distance between us. Is it going to be just there forever? Or will there be any way to reduce it... You may have become my husband, but you made yourself as a stranger to me by forming this distance between us, and I am losing the little hope which I formed in the beginning slowly…

The first thing my fiance's childhood sweetheart—Eve Hodgson—does after returning from abroad is make me sign a bet. It states that if my fiance—Holden Lane—chooses her over me nine times, I'll have to step aside willingly and let her have him. I agree. On the ninth time, she calls him in tears. "If you don't marry me, Holden, I'll be forced to marry that notorious Croft heir from Jedburgh!" He ends the call in a frenzy and leaves me behind yet again. With his identification documents in hand, he rushes to marry her right away. They announce their marriage to the world on the same day. Elites of Jedburgh strain their necks, eager to see me and the Crofts humiliated. That's when Ryland Croft comes to me, smirking with that careless arrogance of his. "Since your fiance stole my bride, it seems only fair that you pay the debt. So, how about you marry me instead?" I nod and say, "Fair enough. When's the wedding?"

A love forbidden by rectitude..... Ajuri Daniels had a normal, peaceful life. A top student. Head girl of the Royal Academy. A loving grandmother. Wonderful friends. But things went south on the night of her sixteenth year old birthday, when she decided to take a break from her mundane life and live like harry for just one night. The plan was simple; go out with Lola, have some fun and call it a day. Fate, however, had a different plan for her and was hellbent on executing it. Ajuri ended up capturing the attention of Ben Ezeagu, the hot bad boy who turned out to be not only the Principal's nephew but also someone associated with a tragedy that scarred her family. And worse of all, she falls in love with him.

Sign the damn divorce papers, Aurora.” Richard Snarled. A faint smirk touched my lips.Did he truly think I was that much of a fool? “You think I’ll grant you the privilege of spending my father’s wealth with your mistress?”My voice was cold, sharp as a blade. “I’m not signing a thing.” --- She died so she could live. After her husband, Richard and her best friend, conspired to murder her for her inheritance, Aurora awoke in a new body, her memories perfectly intact, She soon discovered her husband and her best friend were now married, and in control of the fortune she thought she had left behind. Now, armed with a different face, she has returned. The game has changed. The betrayed wife is gone, and in her place stands an avenger, ready to destroy the people who killed her and reclaim the life they stole.

In the fifth year after migrating to a new country, my wife, Nyra Sinclair, brings her first love, Jacob Griffin, and his daughter, Zoe Griffin, home with her. "Jacob and Zoe are new to this country, so they shall be staying with us for the time being." I get into a huge fight over this matter with Nyra. On my birthday, Nyra hands me a divorce agreement. She urges, "Hurry up and sign it. Jacob needs a green card. We'll have to go through a fake divorce first." With a frown on my face, I try to pry for more details from Nyra, only to get accused that I don't have any sympathy for Jacob at all. A short while later, I see Jacob's latest post on Instagram. "Nyra is getting a divorce for my and Zoe's sake! We finally have a place to call home!" I just leave a like there quietly. After leaving my signature on the divorce agreement, I lodge a request to my company so that I can fly back to my home country, Myrthia.

Synopsis.Cynthia is a slut, or at least that's what you would call her when you see her at different hotels every night. But it goes beyond that. After growing up with a mother who had a new husband every season, Cynthia concluded to never be committed to one man. She wasn't interested in commitment, loyalty, or any of that bullshit. A different man every night meant no entanglements or pains or betrayal. It was easier for her to breeze through men than be loyal and get cheated on. Kyla'ssjobs, on the other hand, needs commitment. He needs a wife, so he returns to his hometown to find one. But unfortunately, he finds Cynthia, who hates him with a burning passion. She is no longer the little nerdy girl with pigtails and square-framed glasses he knew back then. The new Cynthia is now a full-grown woman with confidence and nonchalance practically oozing as she walks by. Kylas needs a wife to be loyal to him and love him for him. Cynthia isn't interested in commitments, relationships, or titles. Would they work it out? And what happens when Cynthia finds out about Kylas's dirty little secret? 

What will you do if one day, you suddenly wake up with ears above your head and tails behind your back? What if you suddenly came back to how you were, 20 years ago, just with different eyes and hair color? Coming home from a late-night party, Tiffany George passed out as soon as she felt the softness and warmth of her comfy bed. She stinks of alcohol, explaining her carefree behavior, resulting into a deep sleep with her corporate attire on. On the next day, a phone call had woken her up. She massaged her aching temples and reached for her phone on the bedside table. She answered it without even bothering to look at the caller ID, her voice hoarse as she said hello. “Ms. George, what time do you think is it?” a cold voice floated over the phone, waking Tiffany out of her daze. She immediately hung-up the call and rose from the bed. But the moment she tried to reach the floor with her feet… she realized something amiss. She touched her face and felt her chest… A long silence ensued before her loud scream filled the entire room.

Fun was her last name not until her father's tricky call made her return immediately and find out she's getting married. Andrea tied up to the wedding she didn't want and worst she was engaged to the man that caused her day worse than ever. The ultimate playboy and a spoiled brat were tied to the marriage as their punishment, two different people forced to live in the same roof that caused their life to turn upside down and patch up together. Will Andrea be able to stop the wedding just to save her freedom? What if living with the ultimate playboy is the worst experience she could have? But what if they both fell into their parents' trap? Will Andrea become his sweet karma that will change his playboy side?