Never Call Me By My Name Novels & Stories

River – POV It was late when I got the call. Not an emergency. Not dramatic. Just her voice on the other end of the line, soft and steady, asking a question that I’d somehow always known was coming: “Would you mind if I changed my name?” There was a pause before I answered. A quiet one. Then: “I think your name has always been waiting to meet you.” She laughed. Not a giggle. Not a performance. A laugh like wind moving through a screen door.

‘Unknown number’ sits in front of my screen. My anger spikes so fast it feels physical—like something sharp driving up my spine. I don’t feel hurt. I feel dangerous. The kind of anger that would let me break glass with my bare hands and not care. He doesn’t get to do this. Not anymore. I dial back. He picks up immediately. “So you finally decided to pick up,” his voice purrs. “Little death.” The nickname ignites everything in me. “Don’t ever call me that again,” I snapped. “And stop calling my phone.”

I took my phone and tried to make a call, but someone grabbed and broke it. @DeathWish All Right Reserved 2021 Sena Mangampo

The body was covered with a white sheet. Nicole couldn't help but frown as she looked at it. After all, we were siblings. It didn't matter how much she hated me; we were still related by blood. Suddenly, her face turned pale, and she raised her hand to cover her chest. A moment later, she took out her phone and called me. However, all she got for her troubles was a mechanical female voice, saying, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable."

The house Charlotte claimed for herself was quiet again, with just me inside. I pulled off my headset. It felt like it had been buzzing the whole time. Young Edmund was still going off. "Why does Gideon get to call our mom 'Mom'? His parents are long gone. I'm the one who worked and saved to put him through school!"

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? "Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports. He blinked, confused. “Uhn?” I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.” He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose. A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.

The moment Jacob realized he had called out the wrong name yet again, he visibly froze. He scrambled to correct himself in panic and stared at me, hesitating for two seconds before finally squeezing out, "Anya, will you?" I could only manage a bitter, helpless smile. This was our mating ceremony. Yet, even now, the name that still slipped past Jacob's lips was "Anna". Looking at Jacob, I could see the sheer panic in his eyes. I knew he wanted to explain himself.

And I decided not to tell Miracle because I was sure that she would insist on bringing me home. I don’t want to bother her now, especially when there is a lot of work at the shop. “Aspirin! Asper!” I stopped walking and roamed my eyes around when I heard someone calling my name. Well, I don’t have the intention to turn my head to whoever shouts ‘Aspirin’, which is the nickname that Rajiv and others called me, but he added my real name so I am sure I was the one that was being called by that someone. Until a black sedan stopped in front of me.

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---"

"Call me by my name." Vivi raised her eyebrows. But since Darren kept looking at her as if waiting for her to call his name, Vivi opened her mouth and said, "Darren." "Again," Darren pleaded. "Darren." And this time, Vivi complied immediately, even though the woman still didn’t understand the purpose of Darren's request. "Again," Darren asked again. "Darren." And Vivi called his name again. "Again." "What's wrong?" This time Vivi, who couldn't hold back her confusion, finally asked Darren. "Why do you keep telling me to call your name?"