One Call Away Emily Goodwin Novels & Stories

The streetlights were on, casting a golden glow over the crowd. Emily scanned the area. “Okay. Stay close.” Lucien did as she said, clutching her arm. They approached a small shop with a kind-looking old woman behind the counter. Emily leaned in. “Ma’am, sorry to bother you. Do you have a phone I can use? It’s kind of an emergency.” The woman studied them, then nodded. “Inside. But don’t take long.” “Thank you,” Emily breathed. They went inside, and Emily dialed the only number she could remember off-head.

“But you don’t have any problem right…” “Lemme guess, you own this café too?” Emily cut him short before he could complete his statement “Because that would be such a bummer,we were leaving” And with that Emily stood up,putting her laptop into her tote when her phone rang. It was an unknown number calling her She hesitated for a while before grabbing the phone from the table slowly. Emily’s eyes narrowed, sensing something was off. “Hello” there was a short pause “Yes this is her speaking”

he winked letting go of her hand. "I Don't know anything about that" Emily said. " You will learn" Emily wanted to protest but before she could do so, Damien reached his hands for his pocket pulling out his phone where he pretended to take a call. Emily humphed going to the room. Damien looked back watching her retreating figures after she was gone, he dialled a number. "Hello boss" it was Garry on the other line. " I want you to find out everything you can about the s¢oundrel that dared to touch Emily.

Emma set her bag down near the staircase before pulling her phone from her pocket. Her brows lifted. Six missed calls. Three messages. One voicemail. All from Rowan. The earliest call had come barely twenty minutes after she left his apartment. A smile tugged at her lips. She pressed call. The phone rang once. “Emma.” Relief immediately flooded his voice. She leaned against the kitchen counter. “Good morning to you too.” “Where are you?” “Home.” A pause. “Home?” “Yes.” Another pause. Longer this time. Then—

she asked Lia, looking at her face as if the answer she wanted was there. "If Alpha Cain promised, he'd do it," Lia answered. "I'm praying to the Moon Goddess that She keeps Nia safe from any danger… dangerous humans." Emily palmed her face. She was beyond frustrated and scared. Seeing the wall clock that was saying nine o'clock in the evening, her thoughts were nothing but negative. Her phone suddenly rang. Emily gave the coffee to Lia and answered the phone immediately. "This is Sheriff Wyatt of the B city PD. Am I speaking to Miss Emily Lawrence?" said the old man's voice from the other line.

I just stood there, frozen, staring at the phone. The girl paused, then said, a little thrown, "Liam? You there?" That voice—I knew it. It was Nina. Eighteen. Memories slammed into me like a wave. Twelve years ago, around this time, Nina called to tell me she was in love. I forced the panic down. My voice came out dry. "What do you want with Liam?" She hesitated. "Who is this?" I dodged it. "You're calling Liam Lambert... planning to confess, right?"

In front of colleagues, I couldn't afford to be too casual. Nina stared at me, eyes wide, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Deputy Chief? How could that be? Isn't she just some poor woman trying to marry into money?" I shot her a sharp look. "Who told you I was poor?" She faltered, at a loss for words. Yves, pale and visibly shaken, tried to keep his composure as he turned to Merck. "Wh-what kind of organization are you?" Merck didn't bother to conceal the truth.

Hayley replied, her eyes filled with determination. "Mi reina, I've got everything under control, alright? Please, baby..." He tried to speak but she wouldn't let him. "This is my daughter we're talking about, Leonardo. You don't expect me to just stand by, I need to take action..." As their argument escalated, Emily's phone erupted in a sharp ring, cutting through the tension in the room. "Whose phone is that?" Leonardo inquired, shifting his gaze between them. Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket, Emily answered, "It's mine." She retrieved the device and was taken aback by the Caller ID. "It looks like it's either Wendy or Lillian calling again."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled embarrased and covered my head with the pillow as I got a reply from Bryan. 📥 You better be ready then, Because you might not be able to take me in"

She let her thoughts out of her mouth and shut down the system. She would proceed with the file work when she got back from the meeting room, and that would depend on the mood she would be in whenever she got back. The telecom on the desk next to her rang, calling on her attention and interrupting the thoughts that went in her head. Emily looked to her right and took the call, ready for the worst. “Emily Hartley,” she said into the mouthpiece of the device. “Can I help you?” “Yes, you can.” It was Mr. Stone.