One Call Away Emily Goodwin Novels & Stories

Inishola sat in his study, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on his shoulders. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as he picked up his phone to make the call. He knew this conversation would be difficult, but it was necessary. He dialed the number, his fingers steady despite the turmoil within him. Emily answered on the second ring, her voice guarded. "Hello?" "It's Inishola," he said, his voice calm but serious. "We need to talk."

Emily… can I start over and chase you again? But I cut in, my tone turning cold. "But you killed our child." His breath caught, his eyes reddening with suppressed emotion. Without another word, I closed the car door firmly. "Goodbye, Tristan." In the days that followed, I kept busy, moving forward with my life. He texted me regularly, reaching out, but I ignored every message. One night, though, he drunkenly called, his voice trembling with remorse. "I'm so sorry, Emily."

Emily replied. “Hurry and get the shovel and dig out my coffin, I am not dying again.” She stuffed a piece of chicken in her mouth. Just then, a call interrupted them. Emerald picked it up and frowned. She did not know this number. “Who is this?” she asked the moment she placed the phone on her ear.

Titan, sensing my unease, nuzzled my hand. I took a deep breath and decided to call Emily. Her phone rang several times before going to voicemail. "Emily, where are you? You said you'd be back early. Call me," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. I hung up and began pacing around the room. Where was Emily? Then my phone rang. I quickly picked up. "Hello?" "Is this Sarah?" "Yes, I'm Sarah." "We are calling from the hospital. Ms. Emily put you down as an emergency contact."

I couldn't realistically delete and blacklist her forever like complete strangers. Even though Rita hated Faith to the bone, she still kept every one of Faith's contact methods to maintain surface-level civility. Faith said calmly, "Answer it. I want to hear what she wants." I nodded and accepted the call. "You changed the password to the electronic lock? I entered it over ten times, and it still wouldn't open. Now, it's locked for half an hour!" Only then did I realize—she had come back. She had been vacationing in Selanya yesterday, yet she returned surprisingly quickly.

The call came at 11:18 p.m. Emily almost didnt answer. Washington nights had started to feel mechanical long days, brief solitude, emails blinking into silence. She had just set her phone down when it vibrated again. Unknown number. She answered anyway. This is Emily. The voice on the other end was low, distorted slightly by poor reception. You need to hear something before it goes public. Her pulse slowed, not sped up. She had learned that panic wastes oxygen. Who is this?

A phone call came in on Emily's cell phone while she was chatting with Russel Banning about an adult content website allegedly run by Henry Crawford. It turned out to be Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt calling her, so Emily immediately answered the call. "Hello—" Emily's response was cut short by the other person's words.

asked Kiara . " You go ahead first cause I have to make a phone call . " said Emily and took her phone out . " What about the class where you are in ? " said Kiara . " Don't worry. I will see it myself but I have to make this call even if it would take a while cause my mom talks too much ." said Emily with a neutral expression . "Hahaha ! Same as mine ." said Kiara . Both girls laughed then Kiara left . Emily called one of her workers .

And we literally had a three-hour phone call last week ranking every Salvatore brother meltdown. Just then, the phone rings. Emily freezes mid-rant about her missing lip gloss and picks it up. “Hello?” And then, her face goes white. I mean paper white. Her eyes flick toward me, and her mouth opens, then shuts again like she forgot how to speak. “Oh my god,” she whispers, turning away. “WHAT.” Callie and I both say at the same time, because we are nosy and invested, and she looks like she just got a call from the IRS.

His other free hand moved delicately between her legs and was soon at the entrance of her delicate part. Gu Yanxi's phone rang again and jotled her to reality. It occurred to her that it was morning and a working day. She disengaged herself from Jessy to his greatest dismay and picked up her phone. It was another call from Emily. She had seventy eight missed calls from her!! She grabbed her clothes and bag, dressed up and ran out of the house admist questions from the confused Jessy. Emily was about locking the door with a dejected look on her face when she saw Gu Yanxi approach her. She smiled broadly and hugged her dearly and tightly.