Just Call Out My Name Novels & Stories

I shouldn’t. I can’t. . . I call out. “Wait!”

I'm not even going to read through what I've written, because I'll just tear up the paper in irritation, or even worse, not end up sending you any letter. I guess that's all I can say for now...wait, I just realized something ( bear in mind, I just smacked my forehead). I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Nathaniel Roberts, but please, call me Nathan. Please. I'm just going to stop writing now. I hope you reply this though. Nathan. (I just realised you would've found out my name anyways)

I uttered nonchalantly, before continuing to eat. "Hm, I have an idea. Just use your second name. Yuna—" "That's ugly. He knows my full name. Maybe he has my birth certificate now." I shook my head and bit the apple again. She sighed heavily. She was quiet for a moment but suddenly walked near me, "Just use Rio. I'll just call you Rio." She smirked and patted my arm. "And then what do I call you?" I raised an eyebrow. "Still Alice. Nothing special to me. Besides, they are not looking for me, but you," she said bitterly.

I smiled, delighted about our conversation. “Just call me Sicca.” “Of course, Sicca,” I said, doing a victory dance on the inside. What a sweet jackass.

he extends in his hand in return, insisting that I must call him Sean. I shake his hand, offering a smile as I feel a growing sense of arousal. Walking away, I head towards my car, eager to be alone. Upon entering the vehicle and locking the door, I sink into the seat, my chest rising and falling steadily as I close my eyes. My uncle's words echo in my mind, urging me to address him by his name rather than "uncle." Recalling the first time I called him by his name, I am struck by a sense of surrealism.

"The other children are waiting for you." "Don't call me that. My name is Nikita," I said. "Please, call me Nikita." "Yes, my lady." I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, you said the others are waiting, who are they?" "Special people like you," Kesar replied.

“Walk faster.” “Excuse you? Who the hell died and made you—” “Aria.” The way he said my name; flat, deep, and annoyed, it made every cell in my body pause for half a heartbeat. Then I remembered who I am. “Don’t use my government name like you pay my bills,” I said. His jaw twitched. Good. Stress him.

My power. I’m not waiting for anyone’s love. My name is Calista, And I belong to no one but myself.

There is a high possibility that someone will recognize me when we get to Colter Society. “Zaina!” I immediately opened my eyes and glared at her. Damn it, if she will call me by my name there this so loud, I’m pretty sure that I can’t leave that place, ever again. “One more this, Rebecca. Don’t call me by my name,” I coldly said to her. She got confused about what I’d been saying. “What will we going to call you? You don’t even want to be called Queen?” “Call me Z, or better yet, you won't be talking to me. If you want, message me or whatever,” I suggested.

I stood up and faced the mirror. “You can handle this,” I whispered. With the phone in my hand, I looked at it and battled with myself about whether I would make a call or not. My pulse wouldn’t slow, and my thoughts wouldn’t quiet. Again and again, my eyes drifted to his name in my contact list. Lancy Baby. The nickname made my throat tighten. Just one tap. One call. One truth. I stared at it for a full minute. Then I pressed it. The phone rang.