I Heard Her Call My Name Book Novels & Stories

That wasn’t someone trying to discover anything. That was someone confirming what she already suspected. Her voice was low, even and unbothered. Like she knew the walls could hear her and didn’t give a damn if they did. The name she mentioned on that call? It was mine. Caius. Quiet and careful. Like she’d swallowed it a dozen times before now and this was the first time she let it out without choking on it. I closed my eyes to ease the pressure. But my chest tightened, the kind of tight that doesn’t ease up just because you tell it to.

Her voice calling my name. “Nora…” I whisper under my breath. But no one hears me.

CLAIRE's POV "Claire." I spun around at the sound of my name. I looked around, a bit agitated, but there was no one in sight. I was the only one present in the cave, so who had called out to me. "Claire." I paused and slowly turned back to the book. I heard my name again, but this time, I could tell where it was coming from. It was coming from the book. I tilted my head and gazed at the book with awe and confusion.

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

Her eyes travelled through all the disturbing information and stopped at the name. She whispered his name to herself in a low voice, that no one was able to hear her. “ HARDIN BLACK ”

I said, sitting on the chair just by the side of her inner office. “First off, it’s not a dream. It was a revelation sent by someone who I feel it’s him. I caught glimpses of an old building, with the name, 'Oragon' on it.” She said. I watched as she rummaged her pretty drawers for something. It took a while before she brought something out. It was a small book. “What’s that?” I asked her. It was then my mouth quivered to say something because I had recognized the book after looking deeply.

As she continued her chase, she suddenly heard her name being called. "IVY!" a loud, boisterous voice rang out, making her involuntarily tilt her head to see where the voice came from, only to find a group of teenage girls coming her way. One of them ran ahead, her face filled with delight as her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my God, it's really her!" she squeaked as they dashed in her direction.

In a trance she seemed to hear Someone calling her name. "Hailey!" "Hailey, where are you?" "Mommy, I'm here. I'm Zaney. Mommy!" She heard a lot of voices at the same time and they form the most beautiful music in the world. She suddenly opened her eyes and said weakly. "I'm here.... Zaney... Asher.... Nikolai..." She could here their voices. It turned out that there were a lot of people who would ho looking for her if she was missing.

I just smiled and said, “It was always going to be her.” River nodded. “She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s about to carry all of us forward.” And I believed it. Because the first time I met that girl, she had Rachel’s strength behind her eyes and River’s ache in her voice. And now? Now she had her own name, carved in ink. Calla’s Daughter – POV She held the advance copy of her book with both hands, like it might float away if she didn’t grip it tight enough. The title was hers.

/Ethan/ I heard the door before I even registered the sound. A soft click. Then murmured voices. She didn’t need to say anything for me to know she was the one…. I heard her name and that was enough. The woman who’d been haunting every thought since the night we met. Mimi. The name itself felt like warmth. Like danger. Like everything I didn’t know how to want but couldn’t stop reaching for anyway. I was in my study, half lost in a spreadsheet that didn’t matter, when