Call Me By Your Name Novel Novels & Stories

I told him my name before taking back my hand. I froze suddenly as my brain caught up to his name. “Byron!” Is he the same Byron Ricardo was looking for and the man who killed Rylee and her boyfriend? He is assessing me, and I am still frozen like a chicken in the freezer. If I don't change my expressions, then he will notice something is wrong. “Umm! Nice name there! I have never heard a name like this before.” I know I should stop spewing nonsense and not give him the idea that I am a creep, but the nerves dancing inside me are making me blurt things.

I only have to wait for the voice of the person to know who it is. “Adaliah,” my name is called solemnly, triggering a faint feeling in me. It was almost as though my heart was melting at the way my name was called. It should be rather strange, except the voice belonged to someone capable of making me feel that way just by mere name-calling. Someone none other than Garrett. My heart skipped a beat when the realization hit me. Could it be true that it was Garrett? Or was my mind playing tricks on me? The whole trauma of being locked up in here for so long could have affected my sanity without me realizing it.

I uttered nonchalantly, before continuing to eat. "Hm, I have an idea. Just use your second name. Yuna—" "That's ugly. He knows my full name. Maybe he has my birth certificate now." I shook my head and bit the apple again. She sighed heavily. She was quiet for a moment but suddenly walked near me, "Just use Rio. I'll just call you Rio." She smirked and patted my arm. "And then what do I call you?" I raised an eyebrow. "Still Alice. Nothing special to me. Besides, they are not looking for me, but you," she said bitterly.

“If you want to bleed all over your secret cabin, that’s your decision.” “Aya.” I stopped. It was the first time he had said my name. Not party crasher. Not sweetheart. Not some sarcastic nickname. Aya. The sound of it in his voice sent an unexpected shiver through me. I slowly turned around. Callum was staring at me with an expression I couldn’t understand. “How do you know my name?” I asked. He looked away first. “Linda told me.” “Oh.” That answer should have satisfied me. It didn’t.

“I’m just finishing a manuscript. Clyden became my inspiration, and he’s been kind enough to help.” I didn’t care whether she believed me or not. “Oh my gosh, really?” she said excitedly. “I want to buy your book! What’s your name? You’re so cute—I feel like I could just keep you in my pocket.” “Gaea—oh, wait. My friend is calling.” I stood up, washed my hands, and hurried out to get my phone. “Russu? Why are you calling?” I asked, confused. “Don’t you have work today? Or are you just calling because you want to talk to someone as gorgeous as me?”

His eyes widened in admiration as he carefully pulled out the novel I’d been reading—Charles Dickens’s Great Expectations. Before I could respond, Eleanor's voice from my phone hit my ear–I realized she had already picked up the call.

“He said you needed to die, but I made sure he knows you're doing just fine being Alive.” I stayed silent. I was paralyzed, wondering exactly what Maxillo had spilled. “Alessia Rossi... he said that was your name,” Alexei asked. The name felt like a brand. “My name is Novel Hart,” I snapped, fear and anger boiling over. “Do you believe him?”

But she had time to bring him food and buy him gifts. She wore me down piece by piece. I couldn't sleep. Every time I opened a book, my stomach turned. My grades fell apart. Still, I held onto the lie that she would come through for me. As I was lost in thought, another message came in. [We're at the gate. Leave through the back balcony. [If anyone sees you, you don't get paid.] From somewhere outside, I caught the sound of lively voices and cheers.

I guessed that he was calling to urge me to apologize to Doris in the group chat again. I did not want to answer the call, but the phone rang over and over, as Luke called me over seven times. I was still in the pack cleaning up work, so he called the phone there and the phone was brought to me. "Alpha Luke’s on the line. Seems urgent," the guard said, handing me the phone. I took in a deep breath and reluctantly answered the call. "What is it?" I asked coldly. The moment I picked up the call, Luke's angry voice scolded me over the phone. Someone would have thought I was a servant taking orders.

“You and your ridiculous titles. I have a name, you know? It's Olivia, not Luna. I wonder if you wolves hear yourself sometimes. Luna this, Alpha that. It’s obnoxious.” He leans closer, green eyes catching mine, voice dropping low. “If you’d like, you can just call me yours. That title would sound better on your lips anyway.” My lips twitch despite myself, and I groan, dragging the blanket over my face to hide it. “You are a complete idiot.” His hand tugs the fabric down just enough for him to see me, his mouth inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. “But yet,” he whispers, “you can’t stop wanting me.”