Call Me By Your Name Novel Novels & Stories

I swallowed continuously, my hands gripping tightly onto each other, for some weird and confusing reasons, her gaze seemed to bore a hole in me and make me nervous. “You’re a Luna?!” She asked, I swallowed for the umpteenth time and nodded slowly in response to her question. “To who?!” She asked. “Callum— Alpha Callum of Willow Brooke,” I responded, she lowered her brows at me and slowly leaned backwards. “That’s quite obvious,” she muttered in reply. I wanted to ask her what she meant by that but then I decided to let it slide. Shortly after, Myla returned with a book and stretched it over to me.

“What do you mean again?” Yeah. He caught that. I shot up from the bed, grabbed my robe from the footboard, and wrapped it around me like armor. The room was chilly, but not nearly as cold as the knot tightening in my chest. “In Santorini, Axel.” My voice was sharp, brittle. I couldn’t look at him. “You did the exact same thing. You called me by her name. You even... you even tried to touch me like I was... her.” My voice cracked at the end, but I forced myself not to look away.

I just stood there, frozen, staring at the phone. The girl paused, then said, a little thrown, "Liam? You there?" That voice—I knew it. It was Nina. Eighteen. Memories slammed into me like a wave. Twelve years ago, around this time, Nina called to tell me she was in love. I forced the panic down. My voice came out dry. "What do you want with Liam?" She hesitated. "Who is this?" I dodged it. "You're calling Liam Lambert... planning to confess, right?"

What if I was bothering him? “Ivy,” Maria said softly. “Call him.” I looked at her. “He said you could, didn’t he?” I nodded slowly. “Then call.” My fingers tightened around the card. Slowly… carefully… I pulled it out. The name stared back at me. Zayn Kane. Even his name felt… powerful. I took a shaky breath and reached for my phone. My hands trembled as I dialed the number. Each ring felt louder than the last. Once… My heart pounded. Twice… I almost hung up. Three… The call connected.

“No, Nova. It’s not enough until you understand where you belong. Stay out of my way — and stay away from him. Because the next time you don’t, I won’t stop at words.” Then, with a smirk, she shoved one of my books off my arm and sauntered away, her friends laughing behind her. The hallway was silent for a moment. All eyes were on me — some curious, some pitying, others quietly impressed that I didn’t break down. I bent to pick up my book again, but my fingers shook too much to hold it properly. As I stood there, breath shallow, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A message from Frederick. “ I’m outside. Come to the car”.

Eilidh POV The first bite of breakfast was heaven... crispy bacon, rich yolk, the faint tang of grilled tomato. Paired with strong coffee and the low rumble of Kieran and Callum’s voices on either side of me, it almost felt like a normal morning. Almost. Callum was topping up my mug when my phone started buzzing across the counter. Cat’s name flashed on the screen. I sighed, reaching for it. “If she’s calling before nine, it’s never good.”

So did he, with a growl like an animal finding home in her body. When he pulled out, she collapsed onto the bed, trembling, breath ragged. Silence stretched between them. Their chests rose and fell in time. She turned her face toward him. His eyes were already on her. “What’s your name?” she asked softly. He hesitated. Then: “Callum.” “Nina,” she whispered back. His gaze flicked to her lips, then down her bare back. “You didn’t have to say it.” “I wanted to,” she said. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t want to be seen.”

“...You can call me Rae.” **** The End ****

She said looking at Hamida awkwardly Hamida: “Oh, you still call him Raun? You have no idea how much he hates anyone but family using that name. Anyway, I’m Hamida. I’m Nath’s best friend.” She extended her hand for a shake.

That night, my phone buzzed with the familiar chime of a FaceTime call. I was curled up on my bed, trying to read, but the words were blurring together, my mind a mess of guilt and a treacherous, unwelcome excitement. I scrambled to grab my phone, my heart leaping into my throat. It was Jude. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, to push away the memory of Noah’s smile, of the word "date" hanging in the air like a shimmering, forbidden fruit.