Just Call Out My Name Novels & Stories

And every time, it comes back to the same answer. This is the best thing to do. This is the only thing to do right now. I pace back and forth for a few seconds, my heart pounding in my chest so loudly it’s all I can hear. Then finally, with a shaky breath, I walk over and grab it. I scroll through my contacts, my thumb moving too fast, too slow, too hesitant. And then there it is. Mr. Titans. The name alone makes my stomach twist. It’s not even his name Kassy, I remind myself….

I said. "No, you can just call me Cloud. Let's go. Let's eat together instead.”

Why did I think I was alone here? “Yeah. What's your name?” I asked the man. “You can call me One.” He said. “One like the number?”, I said perplexed. “Yes. The Bosses said it wasn't important knowing my name but if you did ask, you should call me One.” I shook my head. “Well, I want to look around. Are you going to follow me everywhere?” “No. As long as you're in the house. I do have to stand in front of any rooms you are in.”

Mixed emotions gathered at my core. And...He called out my name, perhaps, from the floor below. "Athena!"

“Shouldn't you make an introduction first?” “Do you like the sound of Phantom Creed, then?” “Good? Do you even go by that name?” “Well, call me Creed if you like, but here's the deal: Only use that name when you're in real danger -- it's a matter of life or death, keep that in mind.”

Make sure to give them a call. ...

Is there something wrong with what I suggested? “My name is beautiful itself so why call me Flora? Mamma mia! Non ci credo!” (My name is beautiful itself so why call me Flora? Oh my! I can’t believe it!) I was startled when her voice suddenly raised to hundred decibels at her exclamation. Alright, alright, I’ll just call you your name, you name-conceited CHLO.FLO.RIS. “What did you say? Didn’t I just tell you I can hear your thoughts?”

“Actually, I do.” Martin stepped closer. “So? What's the name of this super app?” “It's nothing fancy or complicated,” I told them. “We'll call it ‘Happy’.”

I answered calmly. Before he could say anything, I hung up the phone. The moment the call ended, I realized I was still standing on pack grounds. The werewolves around were all staring at me. When I met their eyes, they quickly looked away. Just then, another call came from an unknown number. "Hello, this is Werewolf Temple. We’re calling for a final confirmation—do you and the Red Moon Pack alpha still want a bond breaking mediation?" "There is no need. Proceed with the bond breaking," I answered.

It was James. “Mr... I am so sorry Sir, I forgot your name.” Kiara uttered and fixed her blazer though deep inside she was a little bit embarrassed that someone who knows her had actually witnessed her stupid action. “James, just call me James.” “Sir James.” “Just James.” He corrected. “Oh sorry Just James.” James mouth gaped open at her remark. It was not Just James but his name was James only, yet Kiara called him Just James. “God, you’re something, aren’t you.”