Call Me By Your Name Plot Novels & Stories

A glance at the caller ID revealed it was Portia Pierce, Hyacinth’s best friend. This was an unexpected development. ‘Please excuse me,’ I said, rising to my feet with a sense of relief. ‘I must take this call.’ Holden waved a dismissive hand, his focus already returning to his scotch. ‘Go on, son. Duty calls. But at least you agreed to one date!’ I walked out of the room, my mind instantly discarding the files on Bonnie Mikaelson and ‘the Lockwood boy’, and turning instead to the one woman I could never admit I wanted.

he says, staring at me with hopeful eyes. I stare at him, contemplating it. Would me and Scarlett be able to handle it? My phone vibrated in my pocket. Spencer and Scarlett stared at me. I slid my fingers across the skin, unlocking it as Bianca's name flashed across the screen. I sighed, internally debating if I should answer it. “Who is it?” Scarlett asked, peeking at my phone. She went silent upon seeing the name, pressing her lips into a thin line. “Uh, it's Byron,” I mutter, sliding across the screen as I reject the call.

I heard his release, the ragged pants, and then, so quietly I almost missed it, he whispered, “Maeve.” He’d used my name. We lay in silence for a moment, the connection burning between us. “You called me Maeve,” I said softly. “I did. Your information is saved,” He sounded… shaken. “It’s a beautiful name.” “I don’t even know yours.” “It’s Dorian,” he said, without hesitation. “Dorian.” The giving of his real name felt more intimate than anything that had come before. A line had been crossed. The calls became an addiction. Tuesday and Thursday nights were sacred. I’d rush home from work, my body already burning with anticipation.

He really didn't remember me? Something inside of me snapped, “I am not your love. Don't call me that.” I snapped, my jaw clenching as I glared at him. “What should I call you then?” He asked as he lit a cigarette. “Bella,” I say with a straight face, watching his face. But he doesn't recognize my name. How is it possible? “Bella,” he whispered my name and licked his lips. He bent down slightly, “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

I was hurt and needed to do something about this right away but I had no idea where I’ll start from, all these started when they left for the mall , perhaps I’ve given her so much leverage to do as she likes, maybe she’ll have to play by my rules from now on, the least mistake that should occur was letting the news of her sudden kidnap get to the Russian Pratva, it was going to be more than a disaster because he may send men down here to cause chaos or perhaps mobilize the spies he’s already got in America. I stood to my feet with my hands in my pocket while I walked to and fro in the living room . “You spoke of a name, you said she called the man’s name, do you have an idea? What does the n

Grasping her waist, I pulled her closer, brushing my lips against hers, biting them lightly. “I want to be ready!” I answered, diving into a deep, fervent kiss—intense, filled with longing. But she abruptly broke the moment. “What is your name?” A peculiar glint flickered through her emerald-green eyes. “My name?” I asked, confused. “Callie, I’m Aaron. What happened to you?”

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.

A girl in a pink tutu twirled past me. Yeah, that was me… a younger and brighter me. My mother knelt beside her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Chin up, Jasmine,” she whispered. “You are a Goldwyn.” Jasmine. My name is Jasmine. The images shifted. My father’s laugh echoed through the halls. The boardroom. My signature. The merger. Arnold’s hand in mine. His vows. His lies. His tongue in Joanne’s mouth. The lake house.

I told him. "Yea luna" he said and his eyes went a little foggy. Once he was back he started up the car and we headed out towards the main concrete road that led out towards civilization. "You know you can just call me Anaïs right Theo?" I said once I realised that he addresses Callan as Callan but not me. "Whatever you want lun- I mean Anaïs" he said.

The morning of that day came, and as early as 05:04am, Bryan called back again, to speak with Angela. * * * * grin ...... grin ..... grin .... grin .....* * * * It was Nanny Pam who was close to the position of the telephone, and as soon as she heard it ringing, she quickly went there to take the call. She picked and said... "Hello, good morning .... you are welcome to the house of the Ryans please .... " Bryan could not wait for her to finish, he quickly responded by saying ..... " Hello Pam, please It is me Bryan ... good morning ... and how are you ? "