Just Call Out My Name Novels & Stories

"Hey... what's your name, anyway?" "Jasmine. Yours?" "My friends just call me Lo." "Ok. Til tomorrow, Lo."

“So… what are we calling it?” “I already have a name,” I said with a nod. Dariel stepped forward. “Let’s hear it.” “It’s simple,” I said. “Nothing too flashy. We’ll call it Radiant.”

I turn around and look at him with my puffy eyes. Justin Shaw mentions, “You can call me Justin.” he then asks, “What shall I address you with?” There, with a polite smile, I mention, “Henrietta. You can call me Henrietta.” ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨

I do not know if it is their innocence, or they are just sharing in one braincell. "Baby, Xzy, if they need to know that you both are with me, just like earlier, you both should address me in my real name. Instead of Chichi or Icki, you should say Saicki Disero." I stated before lifting Gried up and placed him on my shoulder.

I hoped we could find a good solution for both of us. Roby looked skeptical, "Oh, you always talk like that without any proof, Rico. I'm tired of hearing your empty chatter that never gets realized," he said, dismissing my statement. I felt the need to emphasize an important point. "Stop calling me that name," I said firmly. "You might slip up in public when mentioning my name. I've told you, call me Eric! That is my official name recorded in the civil office. So watch out if you repeat the same mistake by calling me by my old name, Rico. I don't like it."

Beeeep. “Hey, it’s me. Newt. Newton.” I cleared my throat. Dammit. He knew who I was, for heaven’s sake. He knew my voice, knew my name, knew my nickname—since he was the only one who called me that, he damn well should. “Call me back, okay? I have a problem. I need your he—advice. I need your advice.”

Isaac closed his eyes, "Don't call me like this in the future." "Then what should I call you?" "Of course..." He looked at her face and made up his mind,"Isaac! Just call me by my name." "I don't think we're so familiar with each other." Isaac was rendered speechless, "Then... it's up to you."

No, that’s not— that’s not possible. “It is.” That doesn’t make sense, my voice came out tighter now. They’re dead. I— I was told they were dead. You were told wrong. Silence hit again. But this time— It was disbelief. How…? He took a step closer. Just… closing the distance. Your real name, he continued, voice steady, “is Aria.” My breath caught. Something about that name— It didn’t feel foreign. It felt like something I had forgotten, not something new.

His feet tapped the floor in a hastened rhythm while he checked his watch after every three breaths. My phone buzzed again. ‘Vee: If it makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to tell me. I just realised I've never called you by your name and this would be the perfect time to do that.’ That did something to me. Subtle enough that I closed my eyes for a brief second as I leaned back in the seat I found. For years my name has only been spoken in whispers and threats, in reports and in transactions with men who took killing like a hobby.

he said looking at me seriously, is he kidding me? Knowing he won't stop calling me shorty and I can't stay mad at him forever, besides today is his birthday, I'll let that slide,...."Fine, just don't announce my name as shorty ever again, my name is Jenny," I said with seriousness in my voice,...."okay, you're my only shorty, only I can call you shorty, no one else, he said with a smile on his face,"......I just rolled my eyes at him.