Just Call Out My Name Novels & Stories

Is it just me, or did the shop appear to be a little cooler than usual? With that glare, I feel like I'm going to freeze to death! Oh, no. If I could only match that glare… "Clearly, my name is Snow. It’s already written on my nametag. Why’d you ask?" I retorted. He smirked. "The name isn't right for you; it should be something like Stupid." My eyes widened at that comment. 'You-'

We can't fall for her, she might end up betraying me like her. 'Say her name, just this once,' He urges. I open and close my mouth. Her name is as lovely as she is but I can't produce it for some reason 'Say it,' "Cal- Caliana Meyers," I whisper and it felt so good. I had to compose myself not to scream it so I whispered it again and again 'Caliana Meyers,'

“But you told us we cannot call you by your name without your permission.” “Exactly, and now, I'm giving you the permission. Call me Zaylen, Liana.”

Come find me… Please.

“Let’s just go with that.” “Great. So, what do you want to be called? Do you have anything in particular?” “Before you blurt out anything, you can only name me once. Once you call me by a name, there’s no going back. You can’t change it. So, until you’re sure of a really… really nice name… don’t blurt out random words.” “O…okay!” I scoffed lightly. “You have an attitude, but we’ll deal with that later.”

or settle my score, I thought before smiling in amusement - No !!! nothing... I just want to take stock of something with you this afternoon we're canceling tonight's race... We have to finish while dialing Mickaël's number

“Do you need anything, Mr. Gerald?” “Sorry, Lady Lucindabella,” he muttered. “Again, I must be out of my mind. You may head back to the mansion.” I smiled at him, making him appear as pale as a ghost. “Thank you for driving us back, Mr. Gerald. Oh, and you might be saying my full name out of habit, but I would really appreciate it if you would call me Indy from now on.” With that, I opened the door. “And tell your other friends, too.”

Just then, a calm weak voice called out my name with a hushed tone. “Hailey?”

I’ll just? “Daphne.”

They all turn toward me. They’re waiting for a speech. I look at the crowd. I see my father. I see the ghost. I see the end. I open my mouth. I don't know what I’m going to say. "My name is..." The crowd stops. The silence is absolute. I look at the lens. I see myself. And I realize the truth. I don't have a name. "My name is..." I stop. I look at Liam. He smiles. "Your name is whatever they want it to be."