Nightcalls Stories

Hmm... 3 a.m." Connie groaned, hearing her phone ring." Hello.." "Con-Connie," Steven spoke. His tone was weak, vulnerable, almost as if he had been crying. "Steven." Concerned in her voice, fully alerted," Biscuit, are you ok?" "I..." he paused guilt in his voice..

That's when it all started. My heart fluttering, my cheeks burning and my stomach flipping; just because you said "Hey."

She just wanted to kill boredom at extremely early hours in the morning. He got prankcalls from the same drunk ass destroyer of beauty sleep over and over again. Two strangers who talk to each other at night. Copyrighted 2016/2019