One Call Away Lyrics Novels & Stories

Is something wrong? Upon picking up the phone, I discovered that 'My one and only,' was the one calling. What the hell is my one and only? Is Wyatt behind this? I never expected him to be this sort of man, but it's kind of cute. I picked up the call and placed my phone next to my ear. "Hello…" "Get out of your hostel before 10 minutes; your time starts now." Without giving me a chance to reply, Asher cut off the call.

Then I dialed. They picked up immediately. We spoke for eleven minutes. By the end, they said they understood. The line went dead. Set the phone beside the list. Sat there. The shoulder. The ribs. I adjusted and kept moving. Two left. I made the sixth call. Voicemail again. This time I left one sentence. Specific enough that they would know exactly what was on the other side of it when they listened. The seventh call answered on the first ring.

What an eyesore! I walked around the room and found a landline. I took the receiver and said, "Hello? Is anyone there? Can you hear me?" "Yes, I can hear you clearly." It sounded familiar and intimidating so I remained silent. "Every call you make will be answered by me so don't try silly things and go to sleep." And ended the call. It's definitely Ace!

Then like a ray of hope, that gold lettering hit a ray of moonlight. And even though it went against her better judgement. She pulled out her phone. It would be cut off tomorrow and it wasn't like she had anyone else to call. She could beg to her parents. She wouldn't. So instead she dialed that number written in gold. There was no name, just that number. She cleared her throat as the she heard the receiver. "H-hello?" She said. "Is that a tired Songbird I hear?" His voice echoed through the line making her shiver.

I used to nag him tell him all of my insecurities and problems. Even after knowing that he won't be able to pick up the call, I dial his number through speed dial. He is number five in my speed dial. The rings goes on. My heart feels as if be would pick up the call, that he is okay but he doesn't. He wouldn't. I cut off the phone and then dial the speed dial number one. "Sorry! The number you are calling is unavailable," it says. Tears come out of my eyes. "Ma... Ma... I just... Miss you... So much," I say even after hearing the voice from another side.

With shaking hands, I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack—the one who had tried to bring me back many times before. My voice was hollow, but firm. "Dean… I'm ready to return. I'll come back to our pack."

She said to herself. Fiona stared at her phone for a while before picking it up again. She dialed another number, and it got answered immediately. “Hey,” discerned a deep baritone voice that curved a little smile on Fiona’s face. “Last I heard, you were in town. Do you have room for one more?” She asked as she twirled a strand of her hair around her fingers. The person she had been talking to let out a dark chuckle. “Of course, my ladybug. There’s always room for you.”

They can already hear laughter and loud music filtering out. Alexander and Ady follow him, but alexander' cell phone begins to ring from his pocket. He sees the name on the screen and his face lights up. He answers, "I miss you! I miss you! I miss you.!" Moni laughs on the other end of the line. "I miss you too. I can't wait for you to be back home. The place is not the same without you in it." "You flatter me completely my dear." "But I am calling with news you'll want to hear." Moni alludes.

After a few rounds, they were all dehydrated. They knew I was behind it, but Derek didn't even have the strength left to curse me out. I called 911, and all three of them were loaded into the ambulance. With no one home, I pried open Derek's drawer and found my ID and three payroll cards. I packed my bags and had a friend come pick them up. My escape route was ready. Everything was in place. It was time for the so-called jinx to show what he could really do.

Caroline calls for me. I placed my phone on the table and approached her as I began to stare at the rack of clothes that were displayed in front of me. I took off my shirt to try what Caroline handed to me but suddenly, this nursery song started playing out of nowhere. All of us started looking at each other wondering whose phone it was. "One little two little three little Indians four little five little six little Indians seven little eight little nine little Indians. Ten little Indian boys. OH-WO-WO-WO-WO-WO!!"