Novel & Cerita Call Me By Your Name Plot

I bursted angrily "I'm her friend" "What's your name?" "Caleb" That name hit me, Kimberly and Elenor once mentioned about him "Never contact my girlfriend again, if you do. I'll hunt you down" I ended the call and blocked it. I put her phone into my pocket and got out of my apartment. When the lift opened, Camilla walked out "I forgot my phone" She stated and I took it out of my pocket. We entered the lift together again "Thanks" She said as she checked her phone

The Call That night, the phone rang. Elena answered. Silence. Then, a distorted voice, like the ones she'd heard so many times during her years undercover. Elena Rossi. The heroine. The one who changed everything. Who are you? Someone you left behind. Someone who doesn't forget. What do you want? For you to remember. For you to remember those you used, those you abandoned, those you let die. I didn't let anyone die. Are you sure? Pause. Ask your first partner. Oh, no. You can't. He's dead.

“Just that it’s the name you gave when you woke up after… that almost-death. You kept insisting that it was your name. It was also the name that called you back to me when I almost lost you again.” I exhaled hard, relief flooding me. He doesn’t know. He thinks it’s just some random name from the near-death experience or whatever. He doesn’t know I am Kira Summers. I nodded, letting my voice crack a little…real emotion leaking through because it wasn’t all fake.

Unexpectedly, before the police contacted me, I received a call from Laura. “Felix, if you want your mother to live, get to the hospital rooftop right now.”

Cain moves closer again before asking, “ What is?” “I don’t know,” I say with tears running down my face. I move my hands to cover my ears as the call is playing on an endless loop. I hear Alec and Cain speak to each other and I hear the loud thud of feet hitting the stairs as many people seem to be on the move.

After everything we had been through, after the secrets and the promises, he was still the same manipulative asshole who had destroyed me in high school. My phone rang on the bedside table. I almost ignored it, but the number was unfamiliar. I answered with a shaky voice. “Mia? It’s Jake. Your ex from college. Listen to me. You need to get out of that hospital right now. Someone’s coming for you. Assassins. Sent by the person you love the most. Ryder. He’s not who you think he is. Leave now. I’ll explain everything later. Just run.” The line went dead.

"Oh, I see. What about the name? Maybe I can drop by and show my gratitude for sparing my friend's life." "Let's see," she check the paper she's holding, and glanced back to me after seeing what she's trying to find, "Well, we manage to get their names." "Great. Who are they?" "Calvin Reagan, the man who speak with us thru the call. I even manage to get the girl's name, Cassie Madrigal." "Calvin? Hold on a second, you must be mistake." She shrugged, "That's the name we got. You can call them if you want?"

My hand trembled slightly as I stared at the screen at an unknown number that had just called me without no wsg for me to trace it or call it back. Whoever had called me didn't call me because they wanted to have a conversation with me. They wanted to drop or off as a warning. I dragged a hand through my hair, pacing once across the room before turning back again, my thoughts racing too fast to keep up with. I thought about the name, Roland. Now I could confirm that he's name wasn't just a randomly name. It was a eal enough that someone had risked reaching out to me. Now I knew it was a real name. Real enough that Blaine had pulled a gun when I asked him who Roland was.

I turn to Dante and open my mouth to ask him if he feels the same weight of…I don’t know, destiny pushing us out of the life. His phone rings. I can see the caller ID where it sits in the cupholder. Cal Duncan. A couple days ago, Dante gave him the name Fyodor, and he and Cal aren’t exactly drinking buddies. The call can only mean one thing. After an interminable moment, Dante picks it up and hits the speaker. “Cal,” he says. “Dante!” The lilting Irish brogue is butchered by the phone speakers, but I can picture his red hair and broad smile. “I was hoping I might’ve waited long enough for your little get-together to wrap up.”

I pulled out my phone, stared at his name in my contact list. What did you do, Julius? Bella’s POV I called him the moment I stepped outside the café. “Where are you?” He picked up after two rings. “Finalizing my grandfather’s burial arrangements,” he said. “Go home. Now.” I didn’t give him time to ask why. “I’ll be there shortly.” Then I hung up. The drive back was a blur. My fingers clenched the wheel the whole way. My mind burned with fury and disbelief. And betrayal.