One Call Away Emily Goodwin Mga Nobela at Kwento

"We can't sit around and do nothing any more" She grabs the phone from her bag and calls the number. *dring* It rings, every bing like a freezing drop of water sliding down her back. "Hello" a woman cheerfully sings "Who's this?" "U-um.. who am i speaking too?" Emily asks in a shaking voice. "You called me, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" The lady says in a assertive voice, somehow Emily has offended her. "My name is E...emily" She replys "I just wanted to know why m-"

Emily knew it was too soon to think about those things but she couldn’t help it even as he had everything she needed in a man. She had gotten home very late last night but the good thing was that Matt had dropped her off, promising to see her today again and she was really looking forward to that. Just then, her phone gave a silent beep, indicating she had a call. Swiping her screen, she discovered it was from a strange number. Emily wasn’t in the habit of answering calls that weren't stored in her phone. She had conflicting thoughts on whether she should answer the call or not. Deciding to follow her good mind, she tapped the receive button.

"Very good Emily, now you're gonna go to your office, bring your phone here and call him in my presence. I walked into my office to get my phone, I couldn't believe what i had gotten myself into. I walked back into his office with my phone in my hand. "Take a sit and call him" I sat down and dialed Jeff's number Emily. hi Jeff it's Emily , I wanted to tell you I won't be able to take you on that dinner offer Jeff. Oh hi Emily, I hope everything is alright and its not a problem, i guess I'll see you around

She ended the call and turned sharply into a stairwell, heading straight down. She refused to believe that he, the CEO, surrounded by people, would still have the nerve to follow her in here. But her phone rang again. Emily assumed it was Jackson and answered, apologizing. “Can I call you later? Right now I—” “Call who?” The voice was hoarse, tinged with smoke. It was him. Emily had just returned to the States and was still using her UK number. He had called internationally, with roaming charges? But… how did he even know her number?

EMILY The call came when I was least expecting it. I was standing just outside the ICU, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, staring through the glass at Alessandro’s unmoving body. The steady beeping of the machines inside the room felt louder than it should have. My phone rang. The sharp sound cut through the silence, making me flinch. For a second, I hesitated. Then I forced myself to answer. “Hello?” “Mrs. Emily,” the officer’s voice came through, firm but controlled. “We’ve identified the people behind the attack.”

Emily quickly packed their belongings into the corner of the room, and they all stepped out into the hallway. “Why don’t we go get coffee?” Emily suggested. They all agreed and headed toward the cafeteria. As they walked down the corridor, Emily’s phone rang. It was an unknown number. Emily: “Hello?” Unknown Number: ... Emily: “Hello? Who am I speaking with?” Unknown Number: ... Emily: “Hello?” Unknown Number: “Emily Dawson. You must be so happy your daughter made it out alive.” Don Emilio let out a terrifying laugh that sent shivers down Emily’s spine. She froze on the spot.

Emma, never the one to keep things in her heart, blurted it all out. Zian felt his heart hammering against his chest. "And why do you think it's happening??" He whispered, leaning closer. "I... I... " they broke out of their trance when they heard the shrill ringing of a phone. Emma looked down awkwardly and dug into her bag for her phone. Zian looked away and took deep breaths to calm himself. Emma saw the caller ID and a wide smile broke out on her lips Emily! Emily Langston. Her cousin. She picked up the phone.

Emily waited and waited, but did not receive the call the lady promised her. She got up and paced up and down the room as the clock ticked by but she did not receive the call she was waiting for. She called 911 again, and this time a guy picked up. "Hi," she said. "You are Emily, right?" He asked. "Yes, yes, I called earlier. I was just trying to talk about..." "Hold on," the man said. "We're trying to find a solution for you." "But I haven't even described where I am."

Lila rushed over. “Madam Emily…” Emily grabbed Lila’s wrist hard. “Call him.” Lila looked confused. “What?” “Call Ethan right now.” Lila pulled out her phone and dialed. It rang and rang. No answer. Emily’s breathing got faster. “Call him again.” Across town, Ethan drove down the highway with one hand on the wheel. The morning sun was bright on the road. His phone buzzed next to him. Emily Calling. A small smile came to his lips.

The unnie was going to come again, so she had every reason to be happy. 🚗🚗🚗 Emily switched on her phone as she got into the car next to Vincent—seven missed calls! She quickly checked her call log and realized that all seven calls were from the arrogant CEO. What?!!! She knew instantly that she was in deep trouble. She trembled slightly, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Looking up from her phone, she glanced around the car, unsure of what to do. Vincent chuckled, taking a quick glance at her.