Never Call Me By My Name Novels & Stories

"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?"

"I promise to get them back, no matter what." I hated remembering that day. The phone call. The cold hospital hallway. The white sheets pulled over familiar faces. But what I hated more was that I’d been alone. Arnold hadn’t even come home. He called. Just called. Said he’d “try to make it the next day.” The next day. Like it was an errand.

I spoke into the phone, walking down the hallway to the meeting room where everyone else was. “You okay?” She asked. “Yeah, of course. What's up?” “So… you're fine, and you decided not to call me ‘baby’ or ‘honey’?” Fuck. “No, baby. I'm just under a lot of pressure. I'm late for a meeting and I'm really stressed and I don't want to mess this up.” “Woah, okay…” she paused, then continued sweetly. “Well I believe you can handle it. You always find your way back to your feet no matter what.”

At least now he's confirmed what he truly wanted from me. “Sure. We'll see about that, Amelia.” He let go of me and shockingly, I was the least happy about the lack of contact. “Call me Millie.” Only him could make my name sound so erotic. I couldn't let him keep mentioning it but again, he had other plans. “Are you leaving, Amelia?” His eyes bored into my soul as he refused to listen to me. This freaking bastard was getting on my nerves. I turned around to leave, already heading to the door in anger when he spoke, causing me to stop in my tracks, have my hairs stand on end as goosebumps attacked my body.

I tried to act normal during dinner, but my mind kept wondering what it would be like living with a stranger in my own home. After unpacking a little, I heard something from upstairs. Soft guitar music floated down from the attic, like an old song calling my name. My heart jumped. I loved vintage music more than anything — the scratchy records, the soulful voices, the way the songs made me feel less alone. I followed the sound up the narrow stairs, my feet creaking on each step. What if he didn’t want me there? What if this new brother hated me for showing up and changing everything?

“Don’t worry about it. Just get yourself something.” I watched her walk down the street, her pace slow but steady. Then an idea struck me, one I didn’t like but had no other choice. I dialed Marcus but it went to voicemail. I hung up, tried again and got the same result. On the third attempt, I gave in and left a message. “I… I need… I need to take you up on that offer,” I said, voice breaking despite my attempt to sound calm. “Please call me.” Two hours later, my phone buzzed with a text.

Calling me. The game is on.

She huffed "No, is it not oblivious that you called my phone so who were you expecting to answer?" " Well awesome, it's your sapphire. It's Anthony". "What do you want Anthony ". There's this way she calls my name that sounds better than how anyone calls my name like it just wants to make me tell her to call it again. " I'm called to inform you that our parents and my parents want us to know each other better so can you get dressed and meet me in Bella coup cafe". "I know you very well, you're arrogant, cold-blooded two-legged monsters".

I try not to show my obvious fear and wonder at it. He moves to one of the chairs circling in front of the fire and gestures for us to sit before doing so himself. He sits back looking on waiting for us to explain and Zylith does just that. She doesn’t brush over anything going into great detail about all we know so far about the rogues and even going as far as explaining my unique situation. She tells him about my abilities and tells him that I have named it the call. He looks at me in examination for the entire briefing about my abnormality.

With shaking hands, I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack—the one who had tried to bring me back many times before. My voice was hollow, but firm. "Dean… I'm ready to return. I'll come back to our pack."