Embry Call Novels & Stories

"Did Ember tell you? About Marcus and the baby?" "Yes. We are meeting him tonight." "Good. Because there is something else. Something Ember does not know yet. I used my empathy on her during our last visit. The baby. Ryder the baby is different. Special. I felt power radiating from it that should not be possible.”

EMBERLY My heavy textbook sat open on the small library desk, its dense pages detailing mid-century European pack economics. The bright screen of my laptop illuminated my tired face in the quiet study room. Just then, my encrypted burner phone suddenly vibrated violently against the wood, a harsh, metallic rattle that sent an immediate shockwave of adrenaline directly through my nervous system. I stared at the screen. The caller ID displayed an unknown string of numbers. Only two people in Junylria possessed this specific contact code.

“I can help you get the information you need to pull your step family down,” Darren stated but Emery was too quick to exit the environment, she dashed to the motor courtyard to her car, “You know where to find me!” Darren shouted as he watched Emery zoom off. Just a few meters away, Emery's phone rang, she stared at the caller ID-It was Darren. “Why is he calling me?” She couldn't help but wonder. Left with no choice she connected the call, “You left home without eating breakfast,” He said with a displeased tone.

He asked. "Yes, boss" the person on the other end answered. "Did you send the letters?" The hood man asked. "Yes boss" "Wait for my next signal before you send the next one. Kill them both when the last package is sent". "Yes boss I understand " "Good" and the call was disconnected. ~~ "Were you in a call?" Drizzy asked walking toward Ethan. "Ahh, yes it was the event planner" "Oh okay, how is the preparation going?" "Good. And how was your shopping. Did you buy everything you needed?".

Emily suggested with so much glee. "Sure, let me call him first." Mrs Davis said. "Okay, Mum. Please do that quickly." Emily pressured. The mother and daughter duo chatted as the walked into the house. *** Darryl was in the baby's room, playing with his child, when he received a phone call. As soon as he saw the caller ID and realized it was a call from Mrs Samantha Davis, he quickly answered the phone. Immediately the call was connected, his anxious voice sounded through the speaker. "Any updates?"

“I was chosen to organize everything.” Val nodded, her smile softening. From the background, Mason’s voice called out her name. Val glanced back quickly, her cheeks glowing with affection. “Let’s talk later, Em,” she said, giggling as she waved. “Okay, enjoy,” Emily replied warmly. The call ended. Emily lowered her phone, ready to return to work when it rang again. This time it was an unfamiliar number. She frowned but tapped to answer. “Hello?” A female voice came through, serious and professional. “Is this Emily Carter?”

Midway through breakfast Summer got a phone call: "Sorry I have to take this" she excused herself from the breakfast table [Over the phone] "Hello" Summer answered the call "Hello ma'am, I am calling cause a friend of mine said you needed a nameless brand" the man said "Yes I do, let's talk in the office in about an hour, is that ok?" Summer asked "Of course" the man responded "Thank you very much" Summer said and hung the phone. She went back to the table;

"A baby, born to this life. Come on, Karl. How would you feel having me follow you everywhere, heavy with child?" Now, she was educating him, and she was correct. "I see your point," Karl said. "It's a bitter drink," Lexi said. "Hence, why I asked if you desire something more than this. I know you can afford it. I read today that the Night Witch is the third richest mercenary group on the continent."

“Hi Ash, is that right? She says as she looks down at her notes. “Yes, that’s what I prefer to be called, how are you?” I reach out and take her hand and give it a firm shake. “I’m good. My name is Erica, What bring you in today?” I guess she just wants to jump right in and bypass the small talk. That’s what I’m here for might as well not waste time. “Anxiety, that’s why I’m here. I’m getting debilitating panic attacks”. I give her the main reason for my visit while still controlling the situation.