Never Call Me By My Name Novels & Stories

Without a sound. I collapse into a chair. Silence has become a foreign presence. It has the scent of resignation. I grab my phone. I stare at it for a long time. Then I put it down. Then I pick it up again. My thumb glides over the screen. The name appears, my mother. I have to call her. I never call her for this. I call her when everything is fine. When I want to show her that I am strong. That I can handle things. That I am moving forward.

I picked up my phone. My hand trembled slightly. I ignored it. I scrolled to her name. Aria. My thumb hovered. Calling her meant exposure. Uncertainty. Loss of control. I pressed dial anyway.

' It was getting annoying, so I blocked her contact number. Then, she called me with another number, asking, "Hello. Is this Noah Page?" I should have hung up the moment I recognized her voice. However, when I heard the sob in it, I paused. "Noah, I've learned my lesson. What I did to you is unfair, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let Aidan seduce me. There's nothing serious between us, I swear. I was only with him for the excitement. You're the only man I want."

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.

"Who would you like to call?" "Camille."

Daniel leaned back in his chair, his eyes still on Kai. “You know you can tell me if something is bothering you right?” Kai smiled but gave no response. Daniel opened his mouth to say something again but the ring of Kai’s phone interrupted him. The caller ID: Mr Singh. Again? Kai wondered as he stared at the phone. Daniel noticed how Kai stared at the phone and said.“That looks serious.” “…yeah,” Kai muttered back. Kai stood up slowly already answering the call while stepping away from the desk. “Yes sir?” “I forgot to mention something earlier.”Kai closed his eyes briefly preparing himself for whatever was coming next.

Five years and one ten-minute meeting with Ryder Vaughn, and I’m right back where I started—on the verge of shattering. By the time I reach my tiny studio apartment, my hands are shaking so badly I drop my keys twice. The moment the door closes, I slide down the wall and let the tears come. Ugly, choking sobs that hurt my ribs. I cry for the girl I was at seventeen. For the mother who deserves better than a daughter too broken to take the devil’s money. For the future that feels like it’s slipping through my fingers. My phone lights up on the floor beside me. Unknown number. I almost ignore it, but something makes me swipe.

Can't he call me by my phone, he surely has my number. Huh!!! Again the telephone rang and because of the annoying ringtone I had to pick it up. "Miss Nolan where--" I cut him off in between. "If you wanna talk to me, call to my number instead of this telephone." I snapped and disconnected the call. Huh!!! Jerk!! After a minute my phone buzzed as I pulled it out. The caller ID read.. Mr mafia devil Oh shoot!! I gotta change the name. However I answered the call. "Hell---"

Because aside from too many people, there's a lot of couples dating out there too. She kept on driving without any destination in mind when suddenly, her phone rang. Her brows furrowed upon seeing the unregistered number. She was hesitating to answer it but it kept on ringing, seemingly the caller didn't have any plan to stop. Sighing in defeat, she finally answered it in speaker mode. “Who's this?” she asked curiously. “Hello, Carmina Nam,” a familiar man's voice entered her ears. Carmina narrowed her eyes and her mood became more irritated. She was never a fan of any pranks and it makes her blood boil whenever she sees someone doing that to others. And to receive such a prank call from a p

My eyes burned, but I blinked hard, willing the tears away. Digging into my bag, I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers. My nails scraped against the smooth screen as I pressed the call button. The line rang, and rang until he finally answered. “The name,” I said, “The last fucking name, Nikolai. I’ve done everything you asked. I’ve crossed every line. Please, just give me the name.” For a moment, there was only silence on his end. It stretched out like a noose tightening around my neck, pulling at my patience, my control.