MichaelaJayden

Luna Harper has the perfect life on paper—a steady career, a loving fiancé, and a wedding on the horizon. But when a text from her ex-boyfriend, Liam, throws her carefully planned world into chaos, she’s forced to confront the emotions she thought she’d buried. Liam, her once-great love, asks her to fulfill an old promise: to see the northern lights together. Against her better judgment, Luna agrees, embarking on a snowy adventure that rekindles forgotten feelings and challenges everything she thought she wanted.

As Luna and Liam navigate breathtaking landscapes and the unspoken tension between them, their trip becomes more than a nostalgic journey—it’s a collision of past and present. Torn between the stability of her fiancé, Austin, and the unpredictable passion Liam represents, Luna must decide whether to follow her head or her heart.

Set against the ethereal beauty of the northern lights, "The Wrong Number Of Love" is a tragic romantic comedy that explores love, loss, and the messy reality of second chances. In the end, Luna learns that sometimes, to find the light, you have to embrace the darkness first.

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In The Wrong Number of Love, love begins with a mistake and grows through life’s most unexpected challenges.

Volume One follows the bittersweet story of Zoe and Liam, two strangers brought together by a misdialed phone call. What starts as an awkward exchange blossoms into a deep connection that transforms their lives. As they tackle Liam’s terminal illness and Zoe’s struggle to find purpose, their love story becomes a poignant reminder of living fully and embracing every moment. Tragedy strikes, but their love leaves an indelible mark on the lives they touched.

Volume Two introduces a fresh chapter with Ella and Noah, two high schoolers who couldn’t be more different. After a phone swap sparks an unexpected connection, they navigate the hurdles of young love, grief, and self-discovery. Guided by lessons from Zoe and Liam’s past, they forge a relationship that defies misunderstandings, rumors, and the pressures of their own lives. Unlike the bittersweet ending of the first volume, this story celebrates the triumph of love, proving that it can conquer even the hardest challenges.

Told with humor, heart, and unforgettable moments, The Wrong Number of Love weaves two interconnected stories that explore the highs and lows of love, loss, and the courage it takes to keep moving forward.

The Wrong Number Of Love

Ella Carter spent the entire day fuming over the phone swap. How did a random guy manage to hijack her morning, ruin her schedule, and then have the audacity to text her like it was a joke? The worst part? His name—Noah. It sounded like the kind of name someone who thought they were charming would have.

By lunch, she was pacing outside the cafeteria, the stranger's cracked phone clutched in her hand. It buzzed again.

Noah: You're not great at replying. Is this your way of holding my phone hostage?

Noah: I'm okay with it, just so you know. I've got a good story for the yearbook.

Ella groaned, typing back furiously.

Ella: Meet me at The Daily Grind coffee shop after school. I need my phone back.

Noah: Demanding, aren't you? But fine. 4:30, don't flake on me.

Ella walked into The Daily Grind at exactly 4:25 PM, her camera bag strapped tightly over her shoulder. The smell of roasted coffee beans and freshly baked pastries filled the air, but she wasn't here for snacks. She scanned the room until her eyes landed on him.

Noah sat at a corner table, his dark hair tousled like he'd run a hand through it too many times. A guitar case leaned against the wall beside him. He spotted her instantly, grinning like they were old friends.

"You're early," he said as she approached. "I like that."

Ella ignored the comment and slid his cracked phone onto the table. "There. Now, where's mine?"

He smirked, pulling her teal phone from his jacket pocket. "Safe and sound." He held it out but didn't immediately let go when she grabbed it. "You might want to upgrade your lock screen, though. 'Shoot for the stars'? Bit cliché, don't you think?"

Ella yanked her phone free and glared at him. "It's called motivation. Not that you'd understand."

"Motivation, huh? Is that why you take pictures of everything?" He gestured toward her camera bag. "Trying to 'capture the stars,' or whatever?"

Her irritation flared. "Not that it's any of your business, but photography is my thing. And I don't need your commentary on it."

Noah leaned back, his grin widening. "Relax, Ella. I'm just messing with you."

"How do you know my name?" she demanded.

"It's on your phone case," he said, pointing. Sure enough, the teal case had her name written in neat script at the bottom.

Ella folded her arms. "Well, now that we're done, I'll just—"

"Wait," Noah interrupted. "Let me make it up to you. Coffee's on me."

"Hot chocolate, then?" he offered. "You look like a hot chocolate person."

Ella blinked, caught off guard. "What does that even mean?"

"It means you could use something warm and sweet to chill out a bit."

Despite herself, Ella felt her lips twitch, but she suppressed the urge to smile. "I don't need a drink. Just… try not to bump into people next time."

"Noted," Noah said, still smiling as she turned to leave.

Back home, Ella opened her phone to find a series of new photos in her gallery.

There was a blurry selfie of Noah grinning into the camera, his hand awkwardly holding the phone at an angle. Another photo showed his guitar case propped open, the words "Follow the Music" scrawled on the inside lid.

The last photo was a picture of the bench in the park where Ella liked to sit. It was taken from an angle she'd never thought to shoot, with sunlight spilling across the carved words: "Don't let the light fade."

Ella stared at the screen, conflicted. Was Noah annoying? Yes. But maybe he wasn't entirely insufferable.

CHAPTER 2: The Exchange