Never Call Me By My Name Novels & Stories

“But you told us we cannot call you by your name without your permission.” “Exactly, and now, I'm giving you the permission. Call me Zaylen, Liana.”

“My dear, we named you Melea York. You…” No matter what, the Foster family called her Joy, and that was her name for fifteen years. Asking her to change her name back was a little… “It’s fine, Mom. Call me Melea,” Melea said. After all, she had already cut ties with the Foster family and was no longer a part of them. Naturally, she was going to use the name given to her by her biological parents. Angela was so happy that she nodded. Suddenly, she looked at her legs. Among the information she collected, it was mentioned that Melea’s dream was to become a dancer.

I want you to have a proper family like you deserve. I don't know if the orphanage will have told you, but your name is Cailen and I'll be honest with you, your father didn't want anything to do with you or me. Like I said, I don't expect you to forgive me, all I ask is that you try to understand my situation and that I really didn't want to give you up. But I had no other choice.

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

I longed for just a bite of fresh bread, yet right now, that seemed almost too much to wish for. "You must be famished." Whitney Johnson, my adopted sister, sounded cold and mocking as she stood behind me. I sniffed, not looking at her. I didn't even have the strength to lift my head. I leaned against the trash can as flies buzzed angrily against my face, annoyed that I'd disturbed their meal. "What do you want this time?" I asked weakly. Ever since Simon Campbell, the school heartthrob, passed away, Whitney had set me up repeatedly, tarnishing my name and turning everyone against me. The entire city had blacklisted me—no one would hire me, not even for washing dishes.

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.

Calling my name. But I didn’t turn back. Not this time.

Before I could process it, the phone buzzed again. I picked up. Nina's voice came through. "Who are you? Why do you have Liam's phone?" I blurted without thinking, "I'm a god. I can see the future." She didn't miss a beat. "I'm a materialist. I don't believe in gods or ghosts." I hesitated. Then she said, "But I'm curious. Let's hear your predictions. What do you know?" Maybe if I told her, I could stop it.

Rose was wandering through a dark forest, the trees looming over her like silent sentinels. She felt lost and alone, her heart filled with a sense of dread. She was walking through the forest for what seemed like hours, when suddenly she heard a voice calling out her name "Rose," the voice said, soft and sweet, like a mother's lullaby. "Rose, where are you?" Rose stopped, looking around in the darkness. "Mother?" she called out. "Is that you?"

JAKE: Popcorn? JAKE: Boo? JAKE: Sweetheart? My phone kept dinging as I got ready for my first class of the day, I glanced through all the message and I could not believe my eyes. ME: Uhm, what are you doing? JAKE: Thinking of a pet name for you. Do you have one for me? Uhm, do I have to? ME: Do you not like being called by your name? JAKE: Everyone including my grandma calls me by my name, I don’t think my girlfriend should call me by name too, you have until the end of today to come up with one.