Wake Up Call Ramsey Novels & Stories

she added. Ruth fetched her phone from her bag, sat down on the chair provided and started watching a movie on her phone. At Aiden's in the morning, at 6 a.m., Amanda woke up to the message sent to her by Alice. She frowned immediately remembering they didn't have the whole house to themselves. She got out of bed, grabbed her morning coat and headed for Alice's room. Her movement woke Marcus up who only saw the door closed and Amanda nowhere to be found. He got out of bed and also exited the room wearing just his boxer shorts and a morning robe which was open at the front.

Tristan's POV On the other end of the phone, Delilah Erickson froze momentarily, then laughed with greater pleasure. She sounded genuinely interested and provocative as she said, "You should send me your address. I'll go pick you up, Tristan." … Willa's POV It was early in the morning when I spared a look at the empty chair beside me. I turned to the housekeeper, Freya Warner, and instructed, "Have someone call him down for breakfast, Freya."

“Hello, granny.” “Kraven,” her voice carried the same sharp calmness I knew too well. “I am almost close by to your house. Just called to confirm if you are around before I step in.” I clenched my jaw. She never wasted words. “I’m here.” “Good. I will be with you soon.” The line went dead. I lowered the phone, staring at it as if it had the answers to questions I didn’t want to ask. “Uncle,” Ramson’s voice tugged at me again. “If you wouldn’t mind, I will be going in to take a thirty minutes nap. I will be back to meet you soon.”

“Horoscopes? You’re serious?” “I’m serious,” she insisted. “Please, Ramsey. Let’s just… let’s check. I need to know.” Ramsey sighed. “Fine. If it will make you feel better, we’ll go. But I’m telling you now, it’s all nonsense.” just as they were about to leave, Ramsey’s phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen and frowned. Another message from the unknown number: *“Don’t forget our meeting. Two days. Be ready.”*

Ruby, however, stood her hands in her pockets, a somewhat boyish stance; watching him. "I only just woke up, Ruby, give me a fuckin break.. I didn't even hear my alarm go off, so, how the fuck am I supposed to have heard a phone call or gotten DMs on social media? I'm surprised I locked the door, because, I don't remember doing so.. There. That's what happened. Happy?" She didn't look too convinced, but, she was willing to cut to the chase and dive into the main reason she was there.

Was it her imagination or something bad was about to happen? “Excuse me for a minute,” he said to Annalise as he rose from his seat. He crossed the room out of earshot to take the call. The intercom buzzed and Tara announced that Lance had arrived. “Shall I show him back?” she asked. Annalise took a deep breath, looked at her coworkers lining the conference table all ready to do their part, and gave Tara the green light. “Yes, Tara, show him back. Thanks.” As Annalise ended the conversation, Howard returned to the table. That creepy grin was still there, almost painted on his lips. It wasn’t her imagination. There was a bomb ready to explode… Annalise swallowed hard, trying to stay as calm a

“I’m scared, Claire. What if Ram-” “Shhh.” Her hand squeezed my shoulder gently. “You don’t have to worry anymore. Macy messaged again. Ram woke up. He’s conscious.” She paused for effect. “And he’s asking for you.” Everything inside me stopped, then rushed forward in one dizzying heartbeat. “H-he… Ram’s awake?” “Yes. Awake. Alive. Talking. Looking for you.” Hope exploded in my chest so violently my knees buckled. I shot to my feet, but the world tilted, and I had to grip the table to steady myself.

She's almost there. She flicked his lip with her tongue, feeling fire spread through her thighs and he grabs her shoulder at the neck and pounds her so hard, she couldn't can’t speak even if she wanted to. “Fuck, Ava!” he cries out. They were interrupted by the loud cries suddenly breaking out from the cot; Ramsey had woken up, and it wasn’t because of his food. “Look now, you made him wake up,” Ava gasped as she pulled from him and adjusted her clothes.

So better to escape than die in this prison. Meanwhile in the Mansion, Ryan who has a habit of waking up very early, suddenly felt uneasy on his bed. He opened his eyes and looked at the table clock. It was not even 4am! The alarm didn’t go yet and it never happened before that he woke up like this feeling restless! Never happened in last many years. He is a man of discipline and his routine is very well maintained. He wakes up sharp at 4.30 am everyday and goes to bed at 9.30 pm. In last many years this has not changed, not ever broken. Whatever may be the situation, he has strictly maintained his routine. Even if for business, he has never broken his daily routine. The alarm may be late, t