Call Me By Your Name Plot Novels & Stories

My voice dropped low, just loud enough for her to hear. “You know... you’re really starting to get on my nerves.” “Enough.” Callum finally moved, stepping into the small space between me and Bianca. I rose to my feet, already seeing the questions forming in his eyes, calculations, memories, doubt. “This is solving nothing. What’s your real name?” he asked, almost too quiet to hear. I caught the conspiracy in his voice. He clearly wanted to know if I was from some noble family. Gathering data. I didn’t answer, the necklace swinging on my finger as I tilted my head loftily.

His gaze was a laser-focus, a possessive, terrifying hunger locked onto me. He spoke. The voice was a low, resonant rumble that felt like a physical weight on my chest. "Fifty million." The room stayed silent. Not a single person dared to outbid him—or even look him in the eye. A panicked murmur broke the stillness, passing through the back rows like a contagion. “Romanov,” someone breathed, the name carrying the weight of a death sentence. “It’s Maxwell Romanov.” My heart didn't just skip; it stopped.

Yuvan asked with a frown, “Who are you?” “Tell Theodore Spencer to come to the phone,” the caller repeated himself. Yuvan sensed that something was wrong, and told Theodore, “Mr. Spencer, someone wants you to take his call, but he refuses to identify himself.” Theodore immediately snatched the phone from Yuvan’s hand and put it to his ear. “Who are you?” “I have Rosalie Young.” The expression on Theodore’s face changed in an instant. He immediately asked, “Who are you? How much do you want? Give me a figure.”

It's barely eight in the afternoon, but I'm so exhausted that I fall dead asleep as soon as I close my eyes. I dream of Laurie in wolf form. He's big and his fur is so dark it looks black, just like mine. And he’s mad at me, but not just for scaring him, he's mad because I'm dying and won't be with him when he grows up. My wolf is still in agony, but the thought of Laurie hating him for dying stops him from surrendering to his sadness. I wake up the next morning to the sound of a phone call. Clara must have brought my phone to bed at some point in the night because it's ringing right next to my face. I pick it up to reject the call and turn it off, but the name on the screen stops me.

I didn’t want any more person to die, so I didn’t want to take the call. The call kept coming and I paced around my room panting. Finally, I summoned every courage in me and picked my phone and tapped the green button. “Hello” the strange but familiar voice called out to me “yes” My heartbeat raced so fast and I wasn’t sure if I should continue or end the call. “Lily” how could a stranger have known my name, confused I had to ask him “who are you” “it’s me, Austin” immediately my phone fell off my hand and as my brain stopped thinking at that moment, so did my heartbeat skipped.

I gathered all my strength and asked her the name by silently praying to God that she shouldn't tell my love's name. "Akshadh Jai," she said breaking me top to down. I was shaken. Thousand of arrows pierce my heart at once. Tears filled and I closed my eyes. Tears rolled down wetted my chin. "Dhiya! Dhiya!" I heard Janu's voice. Why did you do this to me Janu? I cursed my love and myself. "Janu, I will ...call you later rrr....signalll... The problem," I ended the call.

“ So I take it that everything went well have you spoken to..... I stop realizing I don't even know the name of the man I'm about to marry. He sees the confusion etched on my face and answers my unasked question. I have, and it is all figured out no need to worry he kept his end of the deal. That was the bank I was on the phone with and everything is Ok he straightened it all out after he left as if he knew you would agree. My brows furrow as I listen in disbelief, it was done before I agreed. Could I change my mind? The thought flickers through my head once or twice, and then my eyes land on the mysterious man by the door. He looks at his watch as I approach him and then peers back up to

Not once. I went through each page slowly, photographing every single one with my phone. My hands were steady. Cold. How long had she been planning this? How much of what I had believed to be love had been nothing more than my own imagination? My phone lit up on the counter. Rose. I looked at her name on the screen and watched it glow. Rose had tried to kill her. I let the call ring out. ************ I called the lawyer. It went through on the third ring, which surprised me given the hour.

Opened his mouth. His phone vibrated on the table between them. They both looked at it. One name on the screen. No title. No preamble. Just his father's name, lit up in the dark kitchen, in her apartment, at the exact moment Callum was about to tell her something his father had spent weeks making sure she didn't know. Callum looked at the phone. Then at Zara. She looked back at him. Neither of them moved. The phone vibrated again.