The Help Callie Rose Novels & Stories

I had no choice but to call for their help. In the end, Simon was rescued, though his clothes had been torn to shreds, and his skin bore several bloody scratches. Afterward, he became the target of gossip throughout the school. There were rumors about him, and his pride was utterly shattered. In frustration, he threw all the blame on me, saying I shouldn't have called for help from teachers and students. Apparently, I was the reason people had seen him being carried out of the alley with his clothes in disarray, barely covering his body.

“I know what happened, but it was her! Aurora just called me!” I dialed the number again, as I was desperate to prove that I was telling the truth. Even though Aurora was gone, I never threw out her smartwatch. I had kept it hidden from Sam all this time. I had been paying the monthly bills and charging it. However, the call did not connect. It said the number was no longer in service! It was the same number. It was never disconnected, so how could it be out of service? I broke down in sobs and mumbled repeatedly through tears, “No, this isn’t real. How is this possible?”

It won’t be much of a bath. “Sure, I’ll run the tub.” I went upstairs and turned on the hot water. My phone rang on the bed. It was an unknown number. Curiosity killed the cat. I answered the phone. “Odessa Sloane?” A woman said. “Yes, who is this?” “Oh great! I’m sorry to call you this late. This is Callie from the Daciana Devils.” I ducked into the bathroom and locked the door. “The Daciana Devils? This is Ryder’s doing, isn’t it?”

"I'm assuming you're not the chef." "God, no. I’m the man who makes sure the King looks like a King," he said, reaching out to flick a stray hair from my shoulder with a gloved hand. "And apparently, I’m the man who has to turn you into a Goddess of War in the next three hours. He called me at 4:00 AM, sounding... different. Now I see why." He leaned in closer, his perfume smelling of expensive oud and secrets. "I'm Flyn. Put that spatula down, honey. We have a mansion to infiltrate and a legacy to incinerate. If we’re going to announce your 'extinction' to the Hudsons, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an apron."

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

“You came here for Rose, right?” “Yeah,” Amelia answers with confidence. Her arm sweeps across this deserted street. Calum already knows we are lying, she needs to shut up. I try to straighten up but Calum’s glare has me leaning back on the car. He taps something on my phone. “She is waiting for us back there.” “What are you doing?” I ask. Calum smirks. “You’ll see.” He dials a number and puts the call on speaker. “Hey, Rose,” he says when the call connects. “It’s Mr Dissick. Where are you?”

‘Dummy! Come back! I can help you.’ – Rose 4444 Rose waited for a reply but nothing came. After my absence, she felt uneasy. Most of her time in the city was always spent at work and with me but that suddenly changed. The next week . . . Ring! Ring! Ring! ‘Dr. Rose Mitzva speaking.’ ‘Hi! This is Blaire of Vans Publishing. We were not able to reach Mr. East for a week now. We called you today because he put your name and contact information for emergency purposes.’

“Love you.. Callie-” “I love you too, Grandpa.” I wipe a tear and leave the room with a huge smile on my face. I wasn't sure that I would ever hear him say the words to me again. Now that he's awake, I can finally breathe easy. He's going to be okay. I just know it. As I make my way to my car I pull out my phone. I call Rose and when she answers, I begin to cry. “Callie, honey, what's wrong?”

Just as I was about to fade off into the darkness, there is a vibration in my pocket as a call comes in. Unknown number. So I answer, yet after a few heavy breaths, the caller finally speaks. “I need your help, Colton.”

She grabbed the phone again, tears blinding her, and dialed the emergency number. “Please--please, my son’s not breathing right!” she cried the moment the operator answered. “This is Rose Sallow, he’s burning up-he won’t open his eyes-please send help!” “Ma’am, I need you to stay calm,” the operator said firmly. “We’re sending an ambulance right now. Check his pulse for me. Can you do that?” Rose fumbled, her hands trembling uncontrollably. “Yes-yes, I can-please hurry!”