Call Me By Your Name Plot Novels & Stories

I fumbled through my pocket, my fingers shaking, searching for my phone. Blocked. His number was still blocked. My heart lodged in my throat as panic surged through me, but I dialed the number on the card Kent had given me the day before. The moment he answered, I gasped, “Please help me—RAPE! LA Motel, room 44.” “Wait—what—?” Kent’s voice broke through the haze, as I cut him off. “Help me, please,” I whispered, as the door suddenly burst open., tearing a scream from my throat.

“This weekend meant I wanted you. It meant you wanted me. It meant we chose the imbalance on purpose and we did it with rules. When we are back on campus it does not have to mean I own your life. It does not have to mean you stop being a scholar. It does not have to be a secret that eats you. It also does not have to be over if you still want the syllabus.” I leaned into him. I felt wrecked and more like myself than I had in months. The submission was not me disappearing. It was me choosing to stay in his voice a little longer. “I still want it,” I said. “I want to be your student and I want to be this too.” “Then we are careful. And we are honest. And you still call me Professor when we are

Even though I knew he wouldn't take the call, I still hoped that maybe he would. "Wolfco, Jane speaking." I took a deep breath, "my name is Calliana Caputo, May I speak with Dominic Caputo, please." "yes, ma'am, just let me transfer the call." she said, and then the phone went silent for minutes before it started ringing again. "Hello?." Dominic's rough voice rang through the line, and my jaw dropped; I was shocked that he accepted my call, 'just breathe Calliana'

My heart raced, my pulse picking up, like a part of my subconscious believed what I just read to be true, but my brain was trying so hard to discredit it, looking for every means possible to not believe it, a way out…because if it was in fact true… I stared at the voice record file, but I didn't know if I wanted to listen to it especially now when I was still having a difficult time processing what I just read. But my hands moved faster than my thoughts, clicking on the play button, and I held my breath, unsure of what I was about to hear. “What is your name?” A muscular voice came from my phone speaker. “Axel…Axel Thorne.” “Do you know why you're here?” “I'm here because of my father's murd

I gave her a look of confusion, "You wanted to know." "I'm sorry," I said running my hands through my hair, "I don't know what you're talking about." She smiled and began to walk away, "Denial, that's cute. Anyway, my name is Callie." Her figure was slowly engulfed by the darkness as she walked further down the street. The way she walked was almost hypnotizing, and her voice kept repeating itself in my head. Over and over again. "Anyway, my name is Callie." ∞∞∞

Then, the driver calls my name. "Mia Corvin?" My heart leaps into my throat. I didn't tell him my name. How does he know? He turns around slightly, his eyes crinkle with a mischievous smile. "I have a phone call for you." He holds out a burner phone. Terror grips me, cold and paralyzing. This can’t be happening right now. Am I ever safe? With trembling hands, I take the phone. "Hello?" I whisper, my voice barely audible.

The man who I was sent to had his back to me, and despite knowing that he wasn’t young, his back seemed covered under the white shirt that he was wearing, and taking sight of his bicep that was hidden beneath his shirt, I couldn’t help but feel both intimidated and excited, my drugs taking care of my senses. “I did not call you here to touch you, Aurora” he said, his tone cold, and despite being drunk, I couldn’t help the frown that formed on my face when he called my name. I usually went by the name Ella, and never did a man call me by my real name. I took a step back, wanting to run, but the elevator wouldn’t open, and taking notice of the situation, the man turned around and raised his ha

Aurora POV: Damon handed the phone to me. Dr Zay's name came over the screen I stepped away answering it “hello” I said. “Hello yes hi is this Aurora montaforta?” A lady’s voice came over the other end. What do these people think just because you get knocked up by a prince you automatically take his name? I thought. Already having too much of a fight ahead of me I dismissed it “yes who is this?” I said.

I couldn't realistically delete and blacklist her forever like complete strangers. Even though Rita hated Faith to the bone, she still kept every one of Faith's contact methods to maintain surface-level civility. Faith said calmly, "Answer it. I want to hear what she wants." I nodded and accepted the call. "You changed the password to the electronic lock? I entered it over ten times, and it still wouldn't open. Now, it's locked for half an hour!" Only then did I realize—she had come back. She had been vacationing in Selanya yesterday, yet she returned surprisingly quickly.

Rose was wandering through a dark forest, the trees looming over her like silent sentinels. She felt lost and alone, her heart filled with a sense of dread. She was walking through the forest for what seemed like hours, when suddenly she heard a voice calling out her name "Rose," the voice said, soft and sweet, like a mother's lullaby. "Rose, where are you?" Rose stopped, looking around in the darkness. "Mother?" she called out. "Is that you?"