Just Call Out My Name Novels & Stories

He utters. Gush! What the hell happened to me? pfft. Exhaling, I decided to tell him my name, confident that he will not misuse it. "Cornelia." I stated coldly, allowing my voice to carry a cold chill. "Cornelia!" He declares, calling out my name and promptly nodding his head, as if trying to allow my name to sink into his empty skull. "Cornelia! Your name is enticing." He added. I recall that some years back, I had pray and eagerly waiting for Josh to call my name because hearing him say my name out loud always makes my heart skip a beat.

Naturally, when someone asks for your name, it's an automatic response that pops up in your head, even if you don't say it out loud, but here I am with two words chanting, in the back of my head, shouting in a unison, "My name... I— I don't know... I don't know my name."

I said "But what does that nickname mean?? She asked and i smile slightly "I also Don't know, i find the nickname funny.. Mario Mario.. She do call me that, sometimes i use to be ashame when she call me that in public but i have no choice " I said "Mario?? Can i start calling you that?? Anna asked while she winked at me "Noo noo.. My sister is the only one that has the right to call me that " I said and stood up "you should rest now while i get some important things done

With my heart in my mouth, I get into the backseat. Two cars away, Jerry says, “Hey, what’s the name again?” “Ouch! You forgot my name?” “Sorry…” “It’s Allison. Or Ally. Call me any and I will answer.” I am lying flat in the back but I can picture Allison blushing like a little girl. Again! “Are you not on I*? I have searched everywhere for you.” “I don't use social media.” “Why!” Jerry sounds exhausted. “It’s personal.” “So…can I have your phone number now? Please…pretty please…”

He was acting like we were all close and friendly. I corrected him and said, "Nana is my nickname. Only people close to me can call me that. You can just call me by my actual name." "Luna Montgomery!" His face turned red with anger at being put in his place in front of Jessie. Jessie maintained her frightened demeanor, causing Nathan to quickly return to comforting her.

, I turned to him, he was pointing at the stain. I looked away, "Why do you want to tease me this way, let's forget..." "I like those sound of my name normally on your lips. You're mine, Okay yy?, There's nothing to worry about, I did this too you, This is the proof that you're my possession, only mine. I want you to always remember yesterday". I nodded sheepishly trying to contain my shyness. "Call me Jade" "Jade...." "No, call me like you did last night".

His touch made me weak, and right now I felt like sobbing. “Yifa Moore!!” Darwin muffled in a low voice. “Jessica Hallway!!” I said almost together making his voice unheard. He mustn’t know my name. The moment he does, the moment every single thing comes crashing down. “My name is Jessica Hallway and it’s an honor to serve you!!” I repeated again as i bowed my head down. Darwin said something which I couldn’t hear but I pray he acts along.

the voice asks. "Yes, sir," they all respond like children in preschool. I tie up my hair into a neat bun. "Be warned, I might even call the Alpha to fight you," he adds, and they gasp while I chuckle. "Now, I’ll call the roll. Just say 'present' when your name is called," he begins to read off the names. I feel a wave of anxiety, hoping he won’t call mine, as he doesn’t even know my name. "London Forster." At that moment I freeze.

he said, barely sound. Just that. My name. In the low resonant register that had been finding me since a seascape and a rainy afternoon and a bookstore in Pasadena. My name without anything attached to it, without Mason or Mrs. or any of the labels that had been placed on me by other people's requirements. Just me. Just Georgia.

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.