The Help Callie Rose Novels & Stories

On the way, she received a call from an unknown number. As soon as she answered, an anxious voice came through the phone. "Rose, is that you? It's your aunt." Rosalie frowned. "How did you get my phone number?" But as soon as she asked, Rosalie remembered that she had helped Laila with the hospitalization procedures and left her phone number. So, it wasn't surprising that Laila had her number. "Rose, never mind that for now. Can you lend me some money?" "I've already said that I won't lend you any money. You should repay the debt you owe yourself."

She had agreed to borrow his car for the move, but that had been the extent of the charity she’d been willing to accept. She tossed a blanket, annoyed with herself, and she heard Seth grunt a laugh. “What did that blanket do to you, princess?” She almost growled. “Will you stop calling me that?” She moved past him to go into the kitchen to get…something. More water? Maybe I’ll just hide in a cabinet until he finally leaves. Callie sensed her sudden tension and pressed her wet nose against her palm. Rose stroked along Callie’s spine absentmindedly. “Are you stalking me?” she blurted. At his raised eyebrow, she added, “Because isn’t it kind of weird that you keep showing up to help me? What do

I breathed in, filling my lungs with air while groping for the zipper. The shrill and persistent ringing of his cell phone echoed throughout his office. I stiffened, but Callahan calmly reached for his phone, accepted the call, and pressed the speaker on. I almost smiled, wildly thinking he would continue to talk to whoever disturbed us while we continued caressing each other. “Mr. Barclay?” A voice so familiar to me that I stopped breathing. “Rosie,” Callahan said calmly, recognizing my daughter's voice. Call placed his phone on the center table and then picked up my clothes, giving it to me as he stood up.

Liquid pricks my eyes and I rub it with my fingers, not wanting to cry. Not tonight "Mija?" I look up to see my parents giving me sympathetic looks. "It'll be okay, honey," Dad assures me. "You'll be okay." I nod, forcing a smile. The vibration of my phone on the counter alerts me to a call. The caller ID flashes Rose's name and I swipe to receive the call. "Hello?" "Harley!" Rose exclaims uncharacteristically. "I...I was wondering if...if you could come here. I need some help...urgently."

Right before we reached the Alphas' floor, my phone rang. "Why is Tara calling me?" I questioned as I looked down at my phone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hello? Tara?" I answered. I was too scared for my daughter to talk to my sister. I'm hoping she can calm me some. "Hey, Yeah Joyce, it's me. Are you okay?" She asked. Am I okay? Of course not! My daughter is missing and this pathetic excuse for a future Alpha is the reason!

In all that had happened to her in the last few days, she had forgotten all about Liza's surgery that she had promised Gabe that she would take the woman to. If today was Halloween then tomorrow was the surgery. She needed to call Lia and see what time she wanted to be picked up. If Abby could come stay with her, she could take care of her and get away from her father at the same time. If only Liza does not care. Picking up the cell phone, she types the number that is on the paper into the keypad. It is their house number. The phone rings for a while and just when she fear that she might not anwer, she hears her sweet voice on the line. “Hello? Davis residence.”

I smiled widely and scribble a note. To Monica Yung, from Gina McCartney. Pay Brenda two hundred for international calls. I owe you—take extra from the next. And get my cell sorted so it works. I don’t wanna be paying her crap again. Thanks xo I handed him the message with her contact details and touched his arm. “You’re a doll, Hillary. Thank you so much.” “You’re… You’re welcome, Miss Gina. Oh, Mr. Stone. Can I help you?”

Brianna Ok, so I had a friend of a friend tell me that there is a way to find someone, it’s so good to have a friend in the communications field who could help a Sistah out because all that mumbo jumbo about paying for shit over the internet just ain’t for me. I wanted to know who the person was that kept calling the phone center. I don’t think they are paying attention and they do not give a flying fuck that they were calling a car service company. They were just calling to get their nuts off. But he sounded fucking good as hell doing it, though.

"I won't." I walk out after requesting lasagna with mashed potatoes and baked chicken for dinner. Making my way out onto the porch, my phone starts ringing, startling me in the process. The caller ID shows Dave calling, one of Malias' friends. "Taylor here," I answered, picking up. "Where are you, chicka?"

"I see. Do you want to get rid of me that much, Claire?" Claire huffed. "I don't even know why I called to warn you. I was under no obligation to. I don't care if you get into any trouble. But you well know that lying about this sort of thing befits someone of your standards, not mine. Goodbye, Rose." "Wait…" The call ended. Rose tried calling back, but the number was not reachable. She knew Claire was right. She never tricked people like that. She had too soft a heart, damn her. But Rose did not want to believe it so quickly. She made another phone call.