Call Me By Your Name Book Scenes Novels & Stories

My name where hymns used to live. “Father,” I moan, my nails raking down his arms, my body tightening around him, “I’m so close, please don’t stop, I want to cum with you inside me.” “Say my name,” he pants. “Not Father. My name. I want to hear it when you fall apart.” “Callahan,” I scream, and I shatter around him so hard my vision goes white and my bound wrists yank the stole taut and my pussy clamps down in waves that pull him deeper with every pulse.

"I’m staying right here. Dry. And single." He stopped a few feet away, his amber eyes searching mine. "You keep speaking in riddles. But whoever you are right now... I find I can't look away." This was it. The "Tender Moment." In the book, this is where he would touch my jaw and tell me he’d wait for me forever. "Don't," I said, stepping back. "Don't say you'll wait. Don't say my heart belongs to you. I’ve read the script, Rowan. It ends with you almost killing each other in the courtyard while I scream uselessly."

Without hesitation, I call out his name, a name that has etched itself into my memories—Alexander. “Alexander!” My voice quivers with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability, echoing through the room. He freezes, his movements halted in their tracks, and turns to look at me. His eyes widen, mirroring the astonishment written across my face. A tangible connection sparks between us as our gazes lock, as if time itself has momentarily paused to acknowledge the weight of our reunion. Memories flood my mind, vivid and poignant. As Alexander’s gaze meets mine, a rush of memories floods my mind, each one a precious fragment of our shared past. I am transported back to the moments when our lives int

I type back: The hotel feels strange. : Can I call you later? : Yes. : Goodnight, Daphne. : Goodnight. I set the phone down. Stare at the ceiling. And wonder if I made the right choice. End of Chapter 124

Camela’s scream echoed through Vincent’s chest as he held her close. Her scar glowed white-hot, spilling fire through the air. The dust city shuddered with every tremor of her body. The stranger stood calmly, the journal pressed against his chest. His smile remained soft, almost gentle, but his voice was like a knife. “Say it, Camela. Say your name before I do. Claim it, or I will carve it louder than your father dared.” Vincent’s claws dug into the ground, leaving deep scars in the dust. His voice roared like a storm. “You reopen that book, and I’ll paint the city with your blood.”

I decided not to reply to her statement as I continued my journey towards the dining room with them quietly talking behind me. Before I had the chance, Alessandro opened the door for me. I looked up at him pushing down every feeling in my chest as I walked in with Alessia beside me. "Natalia." A familiar voice said. I let out an annoyed sigh as I met her eyes. - End Of Chapter 7: Tequila Neat & Letter -

The video shaking with the bed, an ass cheek on display. His. The room spun around me. The sheer passion, desire, longing through the call hitting me square in the chest. Suffocating me. It was him. It was him and her. Him and her having sex...And she called me. Called me to show me. My phone fell then. Fell right through my hands, landed on the table with a thud, but it all just continued. They continued. Him! "Oh God Ella...oh God!" "That's it, Dame...that's it! Give it all to me, give it...gi- Oh- fuckkk, Damien!!!"

“See you at school tomorrow and don’t try avoiding me.” I smiled, my chest still fluttering from the closeness. “Call me when you get home, okay?” I said softly. I leaned in to kiss him a brief, tender touch of lips and then he tried to go deeper,I pushed him a little,with my heart still racing, I hurried toward my balcony and slipped into my room, closing the door behind me. I peeped through the window I noticed he wasn’t no longer there.A part of me left with him. Few minutes later, my phone rang. I almost didn’t recognize the number, but when I saw Byrain’s name, my chest tightened again. I answered immediately.

I had begun to forget that I was in the club and there were people around me. “Jayden.” I heard Jane calling out to me but I didn't look up at her. “Jayden.” She called again but I didn't answer her. I was so immense in the chapter I was reading, I didn't want to lose focus. I love the emotions the writer used in this exact chapter. “Jayden.” She called out to me again. But this time around she held my hand. I looked up at her, I noticed she was staring at me but she wasn't smiling anymore.

And I needed answers. My breath stilled. I focused. “Take me to the moment Kael was shot,” I whispered, letting the energy flow through my veins and into the bowl. The water shimmered. Images flickered. First, darkness. Then the corridor of the east wing in my formal room. I recognized the golden wallpaper, the moonlight slanting in through the window, this was the day Kael and I had sex. The scene played like a dream. There he was, Kael, shirtless, walking out of my room.