The Help Callie Rose Novels & Stories

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?"

Snow was falling outside the hotel window in Helvetia when Silas received the call. "Prof. Stenson, Ms. Campbell is missing." The nurse's voice trembled through the line. His hand, mid-revising the slides for his next day's presentation, froze. "What do you mean, missing?" "She was discharged three days ago… We thought she'd gone home to recover, but when Dr. Keller went to check on her today, everything was gone—every personal belonging cleared out."

"Was the place robbed?" The sprawling villa only had a few large items of furniture left. Everything else had been swept clean. I went over and deftly helped him out of his suit jacket. "No. Looking at all that stuff was giving me a headache, so Mark took it away to sell them." "Then go pick out new things. Charge it to my card." I wrapped my arms around Charles' neck. "Have a drink with me tonight." He was about to agree when his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the screen and picked up immediately. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the caller's name. It was Charlotte.

she gasped, rushing to my side. She didn't hesitate to pull me into a gentle hug, careful not to hurt me. “I was so worried… Are you okay? Do you need anything?” “I'm okay…” I murmured, though I wasn't sure if it was true. Rose let out a shaky breath before sitting on the edge of my bed. “You have no idea how relieved I am. When I got that call…” I frowned slightly, my mind still trying to catch up. “What call?” She exchanged a glance with Jamie before turning back to me. “An unknown number called me last night, telling me to come to that abandoned building immediately,” she explained.

Dane’s POV A call to my private number startled me, even though I was already awake. I reached for my phone and put it to my ear, not bothering to check who the hell was calling because whoever could find that number, was definitely not a small fry. “I'm sure you know I know now?” I paused in my head. Know what? And who the hell is this? That's when I checked the true caller. “Michelle Hart.” No way in hell. I nodded my head, even though she couldn't see me.

Also, should in case there be anyt sort of pictures or videos online regarding Rose's accident, they would be able to take it down immediately. Just when she would call Director Carlson, she remembered Diasy whom she had left behind in Rose’s mansion. She had called Richard and informed him to go meet her which she is sure he would have gone over, but then, she still felt the need to give Daisy a call, should in case she had woken up. She decided to call Daisy first, before calling Carlson. It rang but the call went unanswered. She called three more times, but it still went unanswered. She could not help but furrow her brows in confusion but then she shrugged. “She’s probably still asleep.”

She clicked on the answer button after seeing that it was Her manager, Stella Calling. ' What's wrong? ' she thought. " Hey, Sis? " Rose Greeted after Picking up the call. " Hi, Rose, there's an emergency can you meet me home? , Soon? " " Oh, what happened, I hope you aren't hurt? " Rose inquired worriedly. " I am not, I just have to tell you something important. " " Okay, I'll be there in half an hour. " " Alright, I hope I am not interrupting your date with Mr. Romero? "

Glancing through the file in front of her, she took notes of every detail on it until a call interrupted her line of concentration. She tilted her phone and frowned at the unknown ID on her call screen. ‘I am not expecting any call today. Rose knows about my whereabouts. so who owns this number?' Astrid thought as she stared at the call ring the second time. Before it ended, she answered it and muttered a soft-sweet hello. "Is this Miss Everhart?" the caller asked, piquing her interest. "Yes." "Alright, a friend of yours was involved in an accident. An ambulance took him to Sky City hospital. I called to inform you about his state," the caller said.

Rose said as she stomped her right foot on the floor in frustration. "Well, I'm sure I didn't mean it that way Rose. Maybe you misunderstood me." Jessica said with a gentle smile. Rose unlocked her phone that was still in her hand in case she had to call the paramedics to save her dying friend; and she played out Jessica's message. "Ro? Ro? I need your help, please come over as soon as you get this message. I'm dying, please help me..." Jessica's words were interrupted by the sound of her throwing up and then screaming in agony. This went on for about fifteen seconds as Rose held out the phone with a raised brow.

I couldn't bring my legs to move, in fear of who it is. "Rose? Go, take the call." Kate's nudge had me moving towards my table, at first reluctantly, but then of quickly out curiosity. With caution, I lifted the phone and checked the caller ID, only to find it unknown. Nonetheless, I still picked the call, keeping my voice as steady as possible as I uttered that one word. "Hello." "Hello Rose. It's me Lara. How about we catch up on our good ole days hmm?" **************************************