9-1-1 Bobby Nash Novels & Stories

I cried as I took my phone. “911. What's your emergency?” The response machine said. “Hello. You need to come here fast. She's.. she's fading.” “Make us understand. Who is fading? What’s going on? We are trying to trace this call.” The responder answered. “She's having a nerval shock. And it's looking bad.” I said and wiped my tears. “Are you on your way?” “Yes. Yes. Give us a few minutes. Until you can, keep her conscious with you.” She said and ended the call.

he says pulling out his phone again dialing a number. After a few minutes of him talking to whoever he was on the phone with he says "his parents haven't seen him either"

When my phone dings, I look at it and smile. Moving in now. Give me a few minutes, and it will be done. Good, now I can relax a little. This will all be over soon, and everything can return to normal. Let me get my best suit ready for the funeral. That will be the day I show up with fake tears to take my company back. Anushka will be dead, and the secrets will be buried with her. ______________ Bobby's P.O.V. I'm having so much fun with Courtney, Tyler, and Sarah that I almost forget what I'm supposed to be doing until I get a text from Gavin. There's been a change of plans, and we need to move fast.

My fingers fumbled to push the dresser against it, but my arms were weak, shaking. Another loud bang echoed from the living room. “You’re smarter than this, Ava,” the voice murmured. “You had to know someone like Nathaniel would leave damage in his wake.” I gritted my teeth, my grip tightening around the knife. Knowing Nathaniel was more of a curse than a blessing. Tears slipped down my cheeks. This can’t be happening. I pressed my phone to my ear, my hands shaking as I finally hit ‘call.’ 911. "911, what’s your emergency?"

And I would need to hear his voice desperately right now. I hear him talk about Danny and the others being shot, and how a redhead is leaning over him injured as well. But that is not what we need! We need a fucking ambulance! Finally finding the damn thing in the pocket of my jacket, I dial with shaky hands. “911, what is your emergency?”

It was an unknown number, the number had been called quite a number of times. "I need to take this," I said, excusing myself. Asher nodded and stood up. “I also need to take a shower,” he said, as he left. I answered the call, trying to steady my voice. "Hello?" "Is this Arabella?" a voice on the other end asked. It was a man, his tone formal and unfamiliar. "Yes, this is Arabella. Who's this?" "My name is Mr. Nash. I'm your family lawyer. I've been trying to reach you."

The anxiety gnawing at Nash's heart intensified. With a furrowed brow, he reached a decision, spun on his heel, and settled back into his chair. He pulled out his phone and called. "Hello, I need to speak with Cirold. This is his father, Nash."

“What makes you think Tara won’t talk to Carl?” “I’m praying she doesn’t, but I think I added enough fuel and put enough doubt in her mind that she wouldn’t believe him even if he told the truth.” He laid his head back against the couch and looked up at the ceiling. “What is your plan? How are we going to trap him?” “I talked to Bobby about Jerry McClain.” Mick rolled his head to the side to look at her, arching his eyebrow. “Who is Bobby?” “He’s head of security.”

Liam growls into the pjone. "Let's just say I'm the Boogeyman, okay? I don't want to waste time with the pleasantries." "Don't you dare hurt her..." "Oh shut up, Liam Chadwick," the other man hisses. "I need the four digit code of your safe or I'm putting a bullet in her pretty face." "Dial 911," Liam mutters handing his phone over to me. My fingers are trembling as I type the emergency number into his phone and press dial.

"Just know that Benedict, the nurse you just fought with, is also her godmother." Bobby returned the baby to her cot and glared at Isabella. "How can you make that woman-'' The ringing of his phone stopped him from saying anything more. He brought out his phone and frowned at the caller. He kept frowning at the phone until it got disconnected. "What is it?" Isabella asked him. Bobby simply held a hand up to stop her from saying anything anymore. When the phone rang again, he picked it up. He still has his hand in the air to remind her that he needed her silence.