Just Call Out My Name Novels & Stories

The driver reminded. "Why won't you just tell me your name? I don't know what to even call you." "Call me whatever you like." Mmmh, I liked the sound of that. "How about Kelvin? That sounds nice. Or Obed, or Jason, or--" "Eww... Do not call me any of those." He opened one eye to look at me. I stifled a laugh and stood up. "Then, tell me your name." "No." He said bluntly.

And then he says my name. “Aria Sinclair.”

“You want to know my name?” I didn’t know what to say so I just stared back at him until he answered. “It’s Six.” A shock plastered on my face. Six? It's Seven! His name should be Seven! What happened all these years? “Then shall I call you Seven."

"What's your name?" I closed my eyes for a moment, realising that I was not going to have it as easy as I would have liked to have it. Whether I liked it or not, I was going to have to talk to the people around me - and I could only hope that I would end up liking them, because with the way that I was feeling at the moment, I was ready to get up and walk away, regardless of whether or not Arthur had finished eating. "Sam." "Is that short for something?"

Gage scans at the crowd and finally pointed at someone. "Yes you, what's your name?" He asks. Everyone moved their heads to me. "What's your name, love?" Gage asks me again. Oh you know damn well Stockholm. I didn't even raise my hand. "Did you raise your hand?" Adam asks. I didn't answer him. "Tate." I answer Gage. "We can sing some other songs if you want. So it's not only 1D tonight." Gage smiles at me. I glared at everyone who were waiting for me to say any title of the song. I know they want me to let the boys sing some 1D songs but I don't know some sure titles from their albums.

I took a deep breath and opened it. “Jesss” I called out in a breath-taking sound.

"Just... Dalia. Nothing fancy. Just me." "Alright then, Just-Dalia. Let's go prove you're more than anyone expected."

I'll just⁠— "Anna."

I accept this as a draw. "My name," I say, to the table, to the universe at large, "is Sera. Not Serafina, not Seraphina, not Serpentina, not Seraphew. Sera. I have said this approximately one hundred times today and I will continue saying it for as long as necessary."

I uttered, keeping my eyes fixed on the screen. “Please call me if you need anything. I mean, if the computers act up. I’ll be outside the door. You just have to call my name, Caesar.” “I don’t have to know your name before I can call you,” I responded, grabbing onto the mouse. “No, you don’t, but I want you to.” He answered with a smile and headed out, leaving me speechless. ‘Where the hell did he get such courage from?’