Llamame Por Tu Nombre の小説・ストーリー

What a clever girl. Nana laughed. “Oh dear. Well, you see Emma, there are reasons for it. Both are your mother's names but you are to tell anyone who asks her name is Isadora. Okay?” She told her. Selanene hummed and nodded her head. “Is that why you call me Emma when my name is Selanene too?” She asked. “Let us say it’s a Nana’s thing. So only Nana and great-grandfather call you both different names,” she laughed. Selanene giggled and ran into the bathroom.

I figure I would make a point of naming them while they are on this social experiment thing. “We didn’t think you would ever get a chance to eat, so we brought a little of all of your favorites.” Then he looks at his brother. “She’s still the only one.” Cam says across from me. “Only one, what?” Luna Ava asks with an eyebrow raised. “She’s the only person who can tell us apart, when we look exactly the same, don’t speak and give no hints.” Kota says. “She’s the first person to call us by name since we came downstairs dressed the same. It’s actually kind of funny.” Cam adds.

I told her. Why can't people just stop calling me Miss Araya? I always make it clear that my name is Zamani and I don't know why they always seem too stubborn to make my surname known. Klondike sighed. “You're one hell of a tiger, maybe, you are a stray dog.” My eyes crinkled as I burst into laughter. I clutched my belly and laughed till my eyes began to water. What does she mean that I am a stray dog? Is that not insulting? “Well, you will know an Araya when you see one.”

' I pressed my lips together, my heart doing something stupidly warm in my chest. A knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in?" The door swung open, revealing Ava, one of the omegas. She carried a tray of breakfast, her dark curls bouncing as she smiled. "Good morning, Lady Lira." I winced. "Don't call me that." Her grin widened. "Our Alpha told us to treat you as our Luna." I stilled. 'Luna.' The title felt too heavy, too foreign. I took a steadying breath. "Ava, I don't want to be called that. And not 'Lady' either. Just call me Lira. Please."

Maddie smiles at him. “No offense taken, Ezra. And it’s just Maddie. To all of you! I don’t want my closest people to call me by title unless absolutely necessary.” I give her a surprised look and then shrug. “You better call me Liam then as well.” I say, smiling at my mate. She is right, but I am so used to being called Alpha I do not think anything of it anymore.

Their mutterings buzz in my ear like some annoying fly. My phone vibrates, distracting me. LO: When did you change your name to LOML in my phone? PERRIN: While I was waiting for Jennivah to leave and let me say goodbye for the third time. LO: What does it even stand for? LO: No, wait. Let me guess… Lo: Leila Oversees Mighty Library? PERRIN: Not even close LO: Lazy, Old Mother Lameass? PERRIN: Really? PERRIN: You’re horrible at this, you know.

I loved walking through the forest. "So... Luna," began Callie. "Oh, please! Call me Aláine," I pleaded. "Okay, I will when we're alone, but you are our Luna," she explained. "Kristof would be displeased if I called you and him by name in front of others. I even have to call Noah and Michel by their official titles too." "Fine!" I conceded. "So... Aláine," Callie continued, suggestively lifting her eyebrows, "can I see your marking?"

"We have rules and regulations, what's your name again?" "Selena Tora, but you can call me Lena." I shook my head at her. "That's not nice, it sounds like 'Nene.' Let's call you Tora, like Tiger, right?" She nodded eagerly. "I'll introduce you to your new friends," I said as I put my arm around her.

"I didn't mean to be disrespectful. I just—" "No, no, Rosemary, don't apologize!" Lily interrupted quickly, rushing forward a step with her hands raised peacefully. Your comfort is the only priority here. "You don't understand. Aside from us, his Beta and Gamma, and his oldest childhood friends, absolutely no one calls him by his name. To the entire world, he is Alpha King Kieran. Hearing you say it so naturally... it's amazing."

“What do I call you? If Athea’s not your real name” She smirks again. “Lyra.” And then she’s gone.