Wake Up Call Ramsey Novels & Stories

“You’re doing well. I’ll be back next week. Rest. Hydrate. And don’t be afraid to talk about the things that still hurt.” When she left, the quiet settled around me like snow—light, but always threatening to collapse in drifts. But my thoughts didn’t settle. They raced—first to the alert I’d glimpsed on Raymond’s phone the night we tangled in that confused, breathless haze. $50,000 transferred.

Tears streamed silently down his face as he murmured, "I… I don't know how to love someone the right way. I just want you to stay alive. "If walking away means you'll be better off, then I'll go." After he left, only Maynard and Waldo were left on the rooftop with me. "Alright, the show's over. Come down before you traumatize the kid," Maynard said coldly. He reached out a hand to pull me back from the edge. But then the housekeeper came running up with a shout. "Mr. Hansen! Something's wrong! Ms. Thompson just fainted!" Maynard yanked his hand back immediately.

I called him, and he answered quickly. I was surprised. Usually, it took many rings for him to answer at this hour. "Erin?" he called out again, sounding confused and cautious. I snapped back to reality. "Sorry to call so late. There is a kindergarten event tomorrow. Can you make it?" He paused. "I'll be right back." I said, "No rush. Just be there for the event tomorrow. I'll let you go. Bye." Half an hour later, Derrick came home, reeking of alcohol.

“Four minutes and thirty-eight seconds.” My jaw dropped. Who calculated time like that? Reese shot me a brief glance, amusement flickering in his eyes before he turned back to his brother. “Alright, Ramsey. Give Savannah and me a moment to talk. I’ll find you later at dinner.” “Sure!” Ramsey said brightly. “Goodbye, ma’am. It was nice talking with you.” “Likewise,” I replied, smiling even though his back was already turned. “Don’t forget me,” he called over his shoulder. “The name’s Ramsey. Ramsey Reed!”

’ Ian replied and no message came in from Ria again. Ian dialed Ramsey's number but he didn't pick up. He needed Ramsey to forward Drake Robert’s number to him. His personal assistant had left the office by 6:00 p.m even before Ian finished his task around 8:30 p.m. Ian tried it again and luckily Ramsey picked on the third ring. ‘Hello.’ ‘Hello.’ He yawned out loud. ‘Ramsey, I apologize for calling at this time of—‘ ‘Oh! Mr Ian!’ This time Ramsey’s voice was clear. He didn’t check the caller’s identity before picking up the call.

HAZEL I wake up to my cellphone buzzing off the charts. My eyebrows knot as I look at the brightly lit screen in the dark room. I glance over to find Ramon fast asleep by my side. His arm is draped over my body, as if he's trying to protect me from my nightmares. I reach for my phone and answer the unknown number. "Hello?" I croak tiredly. The last thing I want to do is wake Ramon's beast. It seems as though his cruelty gets worse after midnight.

“Caroline says she saw Ally crying in the back of the house last night. Something is definitely up between them.” For the rest of the day, there is a satisfied smile on my face at the fact that I managed to stir something between Derek and Liana. “You seem to be in a good mood.” My smile evaporates at the sight of Ramsey leaning on the wall behind the kitchen where I was taking a break. “Sir.” I say curtly. “What is it going to take for you to stop calling me that?” Ramsey asks, a cocky smile on his face. “My break is almost over sir, so did you want something?” Ramsey chuckles. “Little Alexa, always running away from me.”

The teacher called his name and he ran off, And i sat in my small, drity car after. My phone buzzed. Probably a client chasing the article I hadn't finished. I should ignore it. Should drive straight to the library where the WiFi was free and power through the work before I lost another gig. But the number on the screen wasn't a client. It wasn't familiar. I answered anyway. "Is this Hailey Ramsey?" A woman's voice. "Yes?" I replied hesitantly. "This Georgina Cruz from the Ramsey & Associations. I'm calling regarding Cryrus Ramsey."

"Another love-lunch drop-off?" "Mr. Harrison's so lucky," an assistant gushed. "Total dream wife." My fingers brushed the divorce papers stuffed in my bag. I plastered on a smile that felt like it might crack. Friday at dinner, Aiden looked up mid-bite. "I'm not working this weekend." "Cool," I said, cutting into my steak. "Remember the parent–child marathon you signed up for? Central Park." My knife froze. "What marathon?" "Tomorrow. Six a.m. Five K. Family category. You signed us up last month."

my father explains while setting a steaming bowl on my night stand. “What’s this?” I question while grabbing the chopsticks sticking out from the bowl. “Liliana and Ryder made your mother’s favorite ramen for dinner, you need to eat,” he answers while watching me looking like he is struggling to stay in the room. “Thank you, Daddy; you should get some rest you’ve been taking care of us without any real sleep, now Lily has Ryder to help her and Embry is here,” I suggest while looking at Embry who nods his head.