I Just Wanna Keep Calling Your Name Novels & Stories

, I cried as the song kept on playing from afar. Tell me again I want to hear.... Who broke my faith in all these years... Who lays with you at night when I'm here all alone..... Remembering when I was your own..... I let you go..... I let you fly...... Why do I keep.... On asking why...... I let you go...... Now that I found.. A way to keep.... Somehow... More than a broken... Vow.. I kept crying harder. I close my eyes.... And dream of you and I and then I realize.....

🎶He wanna squeeze on ma back and ma breastasiz🎶 🎶They wanna press the kid but can't impress the kid🎶 🎶They be lucky if they even got next to this🎶 🎶Can I know what I bring, some don't bring anything🎶 🎶I'd rather eat on my own if I can't eat widda king🎶 🎶I been about ma bag, I can't forget ma tag🎶 🎶None of them can't don't like me🎶 🎶None of their bitches ain't doin' it like me🎶 🎶My whole ting diff, know your feelin' it high key🎶 🎶I know what your thinking I'm all in your psyche🎶 🎶Any time you come around, you calm my anxiety🎶 🎶Got me feeling some typa way🎶 🎶Call my phone any time ah day🎶

Because while they want to protect me, I couldn’t live with myself if I lost them because of me. This is the end of Book one Can’t you hear me now. Please share this story with your friends. I’m working on a second book with new point of views. Things are going to get crazy.

“I’m kissing you and you’re calling another man’s name?” “Another man’s name? Sycamore, Mory is just a simpler version of your name”. His eyes searched mine for any form of insincerity. I believe he found none because he released me. “Say it”. “What?” “The name”, he murmured huskily. “I want to hear it again”. “Mory”, I whispered. “Again”. “Mory!”, I yell.

"It would take some doing, coordinating our schedules." "One thing I've learned, Ian-you have to make time for what's important. My wife, the gang. You're important." "Let's go propose the idea while the wives are around to hear. They'll force the issue. Women like that kind of bonding stuff." As if on cue, Kevin's cell phone rang. Panic struck him full force when he saw it was Rowan. Had she gone into labor without him? "You okay?" he asked. "I love you. I miss you. That's all."

I could tell from his smell and the way my heart quickened . I didn’t want to look at him , two years , he dumped me , what the fuck was he doing here , he should have just stood thrrr and watched alongside other , I didn’t want to talk to him . “Nora” he called out , his voice sounded so raspy like he had been smoking or even still crying . When I heard my name from his mouth , I felt that excitement build inside of me . The ringing sensation that built up in my heart , it felt so good , but why .

"No, I can't let this happen. I have to make sure there's something up. I need to make sure that things actually fall in place. I'm totally scared about everything. All I wanted was simple. I wanted to be free and forget everything that has happened. I need to start over, but I can't if I keep thinking." "Call her again. If that would make you feel better. Keep calling her until you're able to reach her. Maybe that would make you feel better." I nodded. That wasn't a bad idea. I was going to keep calling until she picked up the call. I didn't care how, but I was going to make it happend. I grabbed the phone, and dialled the number again, listening to the caller tune played. I was anxious, ta

That if I drove far enough, fast enough, I could leave it all behind. But I wasn’t that lucky. And the world didn’t care. My fingers hovered over my phone screen before I finally pressed the call button. Kendra’s name blinked back at me. The only name that still offered a tiny spark of familiarity in a world that had flipped on its head. Kendra Monroe.

No, that’s not— that’s not possible. “It is.” That doesn’t make sense, my voice came out tighter now. They’re dead. I— I was told they were dead. You were told wrong. Silence hit again. But this time— It was disbelief. How…? He took a step closer. Just… closing the distance. Your real name, he continued, voice steady, “is Aria.” My breath caught. Something about that name— It didn’t feel foreign. It felt like something I had forgotten, not something new.

The moment Jacob realized he had called out the wrong name yet again, he visibly froze. He scrambled to correct himself in panic and stared at me, hesitating for two seconds before finally squeezing out, "Anya, will you?" I could only manage a bitter, helpless smile. This was our mating ceremony. Yet, even now, the name that still slipped past Jacob's lips was "Anna". Looking at Jacob, I could see the sheer panic in his eyes. I knew he wanted to explain himself.