The Help Callie Rose Novels & Stories

I press my lips together as I struggled with the rest of the note since Callie’s experience in her childhood begins to hunt my mind making me feel guiltier. I continued, “I didn’t have any purpose in life…. until you came. You gave me…” I trailed off as I exhaled heavily while shaking my head sideways. “You gave me hope to continue living again after what happened in Maldives. I wish to see you again.” My eyes darted at the last sentence on her letter and it broke my heart as more guilt consumes me. “That’s it?” I hear America. I cleared my throat, “Yeah.” Callie Alexandra Colton (A.K.A Rose, Georgina, Amelia, Lorraine & Victor)

Why was there no news from him? Just as she was glum, her phone lit up and rang. She looked and saw that the call was from City Hospital. Her heart dropped. Was it good news or was it another prank from a certain someone? She still answered the call anyway, "Hello, this is Rose Reed!" "Miss Reed..." She hung up at the familiar male voice immediately. It was him again! Bah! D*mn you, Grayson Bryant! After a while, the phone rang again but she rejected the call.

She couldn't afford to make it on TV as a thief, her image was delicate and her jewelry line would fail. Sighing, she took out her phone and texted, ROSE: [I NEED YOUR HELP.] She was about to put the phone back when the response came almost immediately, ETHAN: [WHERE ARE YOU] She was shocked, she expected him to ask her to explain what kind of help. Rose wanted to ask him to send anyone over who could help her situation since there was no way he'd leave work just for her. The door opened and four officers in uniform entered, they were holding their waist belts with glasses, “Heard there is a case to handle!”

Rose and hope looks eachother Rose come her her sense, when her phone beep. However her eyes catches the caller name, her jaw drops. It's again zach call!

Rose asked with a calm tone. Madeline was stunned. While it wasn't her arrangement, they intended to help her. Seeing Madeline's reaction, Rose couldn't help but sneer. At that moment, Rose's phone rang. Seeing the caller ID showing "Miles", she couldn't help but feel that it was the perfect timing. "Ms. Chambers, do you mind if I take this call?" Rose raised her phone. Madeline was taken aback. Before she could respond, Rose had already answered the call on speakerphone.

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

Assistant: (Sitting on the HOD’s lap, twirling her fingers around his lips) “Honey, they said thirty minutes. If you don’t get a call in forty-five, we’ll call security to kick them out.” HOD: “When we kick them ” His phone rang, cutting him off. HOD: “Hello, Director… How have you been? You usually don’t call unless there’s a problem.” Director: “Yeah, there seems to be a problem.” HOD: “Talk to me, then. I can help, as usual.” Director: “The only way you can help me is if you’ve helped yourself, HOD.” HOD: “What do you mean?” Director: “You’ve been fired.”

That night, I came down with a high fever. I was barely conscious—my mind drifting between dreams and delirium. For a moment, I thought it was still three years ago. Instinctively, I called Howard for help. But instead of his voice, I heard Phoebe's syrupy tone on the other end. "Who's calling you at this hour, Howie?" It was late, yet the two of them were still together. The fog in my head cleared just enough for me to hang up the phone immediately.