Call Your Daughter Home Novels & Stories

“We’re finished for the day. Tomorrow, we’ll head out to inspect the site progress in person. You’re dismissed.” “I… I’m sorry,” she murmured, turning quickly and scurrying out of the room. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, grabbed my phone, and dialed Rachel. It rang until it went to voicemail. Growing anxious, I called the landline at the house. “Hello?” My daughter’s sweet voice answered. “Who is it?” “Fiona, it’s me.” “Oh! Hi, Daddy!” “Where’s your mother, sweetheart?” “She’s upstairs in her bedroom. I think she’s sleeping. Should I go wake her up?”

How hard was it to find one person? I ended the call without a word. I didn’t want excuses. I poured another drink, stronger this time, and threw it back. It burned going down but at least steadied my shaking hands. My phone buzzed again—Mom. I almost ignored it, but she wasn’t going to stop. "Raphael," she cried the moment I answered. Her voice was trembling, broken. 'What’s going on? Where’s my daughter?" "Calm down, Mom," I said, forcing my voice to stay flat. "Breathe. I’ll bring her home. I promise."

"Well...let me try that...I'll give you a call later " "Okay..bye Violet. All the best" "Bye. " I hung up and give a light smile. I stand up and move to Barry's room. My phone rings just in time as I look to check the caller ID. Mum? I picked up "Yes Mum?"I answered "Vee.."she said softly and pause. I check my phone if the call was still on. Yes it was "Can you come over on Saturday. Let's have a mother to daughter talk."

Brown squeezed the photo in his hands till his knuckles turned white, ''Call my daughter home; tell her it's an order. ''Yes, sir ''

Evana was downstairs enjoying her breakfast when the maid brought her phone. "Miss, your phone has been ringing more than three times; it might be an emergency." The maid said "Oh, okay," she collected herself and picked up the call. The number was a strange one, so she didn’t suspect anything. "Evana, dear, you need to come home right away; your mother—I mean, seriously—has been asking for you and calling out your name. As her daughter, hurry up and come or you would only meet her cough." Her father spoke with a serious tone.

Dahlia My phone started ringing right when I was in the middle of fighting with a stupid water valve that had decided today was the day it wanted to act possessed. Dad’s name lit up the screen. I wedged the phone between my ear and shoulder, still cursing under my breath as I twisted the damn thing. “Yeah?” “How’s my favorite daughter?” “I’m your only daughter dad. What do you want?” He laughed, that deep chuckle that always made me soften even when I didn’t want to. “Can’t a father check on his child without an agenda?”

Williamson p.o.v Immediately my partner went in, to use the toilet, my phone rang and I checked who the caller was, my daughter's number was showed boldly on the screen. "Baby" I said as I placed the phone on my ear. "Daddy" she whined over the phone. "Mia, don't you know you've grown now? when will you stop being childish? what happened why did you call? where is your mum?" I asked.

I called the moment I picked up as I waited for her to say the words next . “Come home Nora, your father is dead,” my mother told me . The other line suddenly went silent as the only thing that I could hear was my mother’s words , my father had died .

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

He even raised his eyebrow as he ushered me into his car. I can't help but think twice. Should I tell him about our daughter now? What should I do? Eventually, I nervously got into his car. I was about to adjust my seatbelt when I heard Camillia's voice from my phone. My muscles immediately went cold and I nervously turned down the volume of my phone before I tried to talk to her. Fortunately, River just entered his car. He looked at me when he saw me calling on the phone. “Are you coming home now, Mama? I'm ready to go to the amusement park now!” My daughter's voice was excited when she said that. I slowly calmed down when I heard her voice.