Wake Up Call Ramsey Novels & Stories

“Nora.” “Yes, Mrs. Knight.” “Do you know the password to my phone?” She blinked. “You forgot?” Crap, I quickly looked away pretending discomfort. “My head still hurts after everything.” Sympathy immediately crossed her face. “Oh.” She moved closer with suspicion. “You always used the same password for everything.” She gently picked up the phone then typed 5050, the screen unlocked immediately. I was shocked but relieved, and I slowly accepted the phone from her. “Does anyone else know my password?”

I will help him to fuck someone who is his big-time client. I just took a nap for 10 minutes because I woke up by my phone vibrating. "Where the hell are you?" It was Mister Ramirez from the other line when I answered the call. I yawned first and stretch my arms afterward. Why he sounded mad, though? Did I do something wrong that has angered him? "Yeah, I am inside my room. Why?"

the officer pressed. Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. "She was calm. Everything seemed normal." At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife's Instagram account." Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face. [Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. —Tracy.]

Ramos woke up at 8 PM. He felt somewhat rested but also that he could sleep for two more hours. He got up and took another shower. Juniper ordered coffee from room service and by the time Ramos came out of the shower, his coffee had just arrived. “Are you sure I shouldn’t go with you?” Juniper asked him. “You’ll just get in my way and then I’ll have to worry about you the whole time,” Ramos replied.

The call came at 6:42 a.m. Too early for anything good. Grayson reached for his phone before the second ring. Unknown number. He almost ignored it. Almost. “Hello?” There was breathing on the other end. Then a woman’s voice. “Is this Mr. Grayson Knight?” His stomach tightened. “Yes.” “This is Officer Ramirez from Brookfield High.” Everything inside him went cold. “I’m calling about your son.” I was already sitting up in bed.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

The moment I pulled the door to the passenger seat open, he quickly snatched something up and tucked it into his pocket. The fabric of a pair of lacy panties peeked out of his bulging pockets. I pretended I didn't see anything as I buckled my seatbelt. A few minutes after he started driving, a unique ringtone belonging to Elise echoed in the car. He glanced at me and declined the call, but then he began typing rapidly on the screen, an indulgent smile on his face. We drove by the hospital, but he had no plans to stop. "Elise said that she wanted breakfast from Ron's, but she was late and didn't get to line up," he said. "We have Band-Aids at home; you can use them."

RAMON The phone call came just after sunrise. I was still in bed, the early light creeping through the curtains. My eyes burned from barely sleeping. The ringtone jolted me upright. “Mr. Ramon? This is Deputy Elkins. I'm calling from the station. There has been an incident at the prison. A fire.” I sat up slowly, my hands gripping the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me upright. The room felt colder somehow. “A fire? What kind of fire?”

I took my phones and stepped out of my room. I sauntered to the dinning room. The maids served me breakfast and I ate in peace, a little bit relieved of my rage. Afterwards I picked up my phone and called Ramirez. He picked. "Hey boss" he said, he sounding exhausted "Ramirez, what's up with you?" I asked in a casual comment. "I'm good boss, just had a rough night" he said with a low chuckle. I smirked. It didn't take a genius to understand what he meant by 'rough night.' Obviously he was at one of our stripping club last night.

For a whole month, all I did was attend meetings, sign documents, and have business negotiations. Elwood called me from other numbers, but whenever I saw a call from Sommerset, I rejected them. One day, after I finished work and went home, it was already late at night. Right after my tall and built assistant brought me out of the car and put me on my wheelchair, someone grabbed my arm and asked angrily, “Who’s this man, Morgan?” I looked over and saw Elwood. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked really haggard.