I Just Wanna Keep Calling Your Name Novels & Stories

Fear and anger rolled inside my stomach and my hand was trembling so hard I could barely hold down the speaker button. "What?" his voice came whipping across the speaker. "You have a phone call, Sir," I said. I winced when I heard the meekness in my own voice and how easily I slipped back into the habit of calling him "Sir". "Take a message. I don't want to be disturbed, girl," he growled back. I cleared my throat and gathered myself up for another round of the verbal boxing match we seemed to have started. "I don't think she'd like that very much, Mr. Callaghan," I replied back.

I looked at the clock on my cell phone: 7:50 am. On the other side of the road there was a shop where he sold cakes and cookies and stuff. I passed by and bought two chocolate cupcakes, they were small: small cakes. As I crossed the street my cell phone rang: It was my mother. "Hi?" "Lizi!" My mother used to tell me that way all my life "why don't you call me? You have a week of not doing it, tell me how are you, are you doing well in college?"

If he could just look at me like he looks at some girl, if he could feel my love for him. Wait! Love? No, no, I am not in love with him. Never. I let out a sad sigh, my love is one sided. Just keep loving him from distance. " You should be careful next time nebb", Kaden's voice resounded in my brain bringing me back to earth. What did he just call me?

Her hand slipped between her legs, and her fingers seductively played with herself. "Fuck you, Kamilla... don't use that tone on me. Don't Call Me Baby" he growled at her, then shifted his fierce inebriated eyes to watch her fingers stroke her pink folds. "Fuck me, my Baby Samuel. I need you deep inside me, please, Baby," she teases him further, knowing that it will ruin all of his reserves. "Don't Call Me Baby, Kamilla, it's dangerous at times like this" he muttered through gritted teeth.

With shaking hands, I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack—the one who had tried to bring me back many times before. My voice was hollow, but firm. "Dean… I'm ready to return. I'll come back to our pack."

“Now, they’ll come crawling.” They wanted a show? I’ll give them one.” As if summoned by his thoughts, Wade’s phone buzzes on the desk. A familiar name flashes across the screen. Adrianna. He stares at it for a beat, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face before he swipes to answer. He leans back in his chair, masking the violence churning inside him with a silk-smooth voice. “What a beautiful feeling,” he drawls, “to hear your sweet voice again.”

Yet, I insisted on joining in, making myself a victim. There were more meaningful things in life. At the very least, I could just make money. No matter what, having money was good enough. Seeing how calm I was, Logan paused. He widened his eyes, confused. "What do you mean?" I did not explain and just smiled as I returned to my room. … The next day, I bought a train ticket to Texon that would depart two days later. Looking at the ticket in my hand, I felt an overwhelming sense of anticipation.

He asked and Alice looked at it closely,,it’s really the same with hers “I know there are alot of necklaces,,,,,,” “No,,,this necklace is the only one you will ever find,,just try to believe me. You don’t even know how you got yours right?” Alice was quiet for a while “So,,what are you trying to achieve right now?” She asked “I’m trying to make you remember me?? Try to remember Kingston,,My name is Kingston,you call me Tiger,,,just,,,remember me,,,,I amfu-cking dying inwardly,,please” Kingston pleaded Alice sighed and thought for a while,she brought out her phone and dialed a number

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." ∞∞∞

“Please don’t leave me. Please stay. I’ll protect you, I promise. I’ll do better. Just please don’t leave.” My babies. I was losing my babies. My phone was clutched in my shaking hand, screen cracked from the fall but somehow still glowing. I scrolled through contacts I hadn’t looked at in seven years, names I’d convinced myself I didn’t need anymore. My thumb hovered over one name. Just one. I pressed call. It rang once. Twice. Three times. Maybe she’d changed her number. Maybe she wouldn’t answer even if she recognized mine. Maybe I deserved that.