Novel & Cerita Never Call Me By My Name

Mirella started the engine, and I stood there on the sidewalk, watching the taillights disappear into the darkness. I pulled out my phone, my heart beating with the tense rhythm of someone about to make a decision that could change everything. But for the first time in a long while, I wasn’t hesitating. There were no doubts in me. This was it. This was the moment. I tapped the screen and made the call. “Hello?” Leonel’s voice answered on the other end. Cold, as always. Always in control—of the empire, of people… of the narrative. “It’s Anton,” I said bluntly, without preamble.

Noah Parker grabbed a towel, wrapped it around himself, and carried me into the guest bedroom. Watching his tall figure turn and walk away, the blood in my veins seemed to freeze solid. I was still staring blankly at the doorway when he suddenly returned. Noah sat down beside the bed, and his familiar warmth surrounded me again. Instinctively, I reached out for him. Instead, he pressed a cold phone into my palm. "Since Mom has already contacted you, you should go home. It's best not to drag this out."

"Morty, I need you to help me deal with a woman tonight. Her name's Seraphine Lodge. I'll pay you 200,000 dollars. "Yeah, and send me photos once you're through with her. Give me something that can instantly destroy her, and I'll transfer the money to you." Chelsea screamed and dropped her phone on her blanket. She trembled violently from her fear as she frantically tried to figure out who the sender of the message was. Why did they have a recording of the phone call? How had things turned out like this? She grabbed her phone again and texted them. "Who the hell are you?"

"Me neither." Call him? Call him to hear what? Call him to find out how much he likes his new friends. Call him to tell him about my day at my new college that I spent with people who were not him. Call him just to realize our differences? Call him to remind myself that we don't have much left in common anymore. Call him just to stumble upon words? Call him to make sure one last time that we have run out of things to talk about. Call him? Via this fake-ass modern technology? Call him without actually calling him? Call him without saying his name? Call him, and him not being near enough to hear? Call him?

Mia Exhausted, I made my way back to our pack house. The I needed to relay what I had seen to Lucien as soon as I could, so I let Fallon power back for me. Entering the pack house, I made a beeline for my room so that I could call him, hoping that he wasn’t too busy to answer. As I waited for him to pick up, I took a moment to gather my thought, trying to piece all of the evidence together. The sound of the ringing echoed in my ears, each passing moment fueling my anticipation to seek my next steps in this mission.

"If it bothers you, I won't contact her again." As soon as he said that, his phone rang. He immediately rejected the call. A second later, the phone rang again. He rejected it again. But I could clearly see that the name on the screen was Kaia's. When the phone rang for a third time, I urged him, "You should pick it up. Maybe she's in trouble." Chris hesitated for a few seconds, then finally answered. I heard crying and other sounds of chaos through the phone. A look of anxiety crossed Chris' face, mixed with a bit of reassurance.

* *What if I'm not strong enough* *To rise and start again? *But then I feel this heartbeat* *Growing deep inside* *And I know I'm not alone here* *No matter what I decide* My hand moved from the guitar to my stomach. Just for a moment. Just enough. The crowd stirred. Whispers spreading like wildfire. *So call me over, call me done* *Call me yesterday's news* *I'll still be here tomorrow* *Living what I choose* *I'm not your phoenix rising* *I'm not your comeback queen*

Those three musketeers are doing a perfect job at forgetting that I ever existed. But, despite who it is, the repeated ringtone manages to rip me from the claws of Zeath's scent. Now I have to at least answer this person's call as a token of my appreciation. The moment the call goes through, Oasis’s voice slams into my ear. “Mells, you've been AWO―” “Oasis, vow to me on your last breath that I won't find my name in the headlines tomorrow.” “Whoa. Deep breaths, Fanning. Whenever are you not in the headlines?”

I just looked at it. "Call me." I whispered to the image of the girl who wasn't mine. "Call me and I will burn the city down." But the phone didn't ring.

I pick up the phone. "Oh shit.Never take devil's name too many times". Zander was calling me.I took a deep breath and calm myself though I was anything but calm. I plastered a full-blown smile on my face even though he could not see me and accept the call if I didn't then he would get suspicious and tell someone else to check upon me.It is better to take the call than to let his goons to breath on my neck .