Say My Name Three Times Novels & Stories

Cassian muttered under his breath as he took his phone out and secretly started recording what he saw. Inside the room, Michael and Jordan had no clue that they had eyes on them. They were still blissfully engrossed in their sweet exchange. "I have another question for you, Mikey. If I have three brothers, whose names are North, South, and East, what's my name?" "West."

“I’d have you on your knees again, swallowing every fucking drop.” I clenched my thighs together, heat blooming all over again. “Say my name,” he rasped. “Ryder.” A rough groan. “Again.” “Ryder.”

I reminded her when she started caressing my chest "I wasn't even thinking about that Jerome" she pouted getting up "You can still take the lead" I teased pulling her as she struggled to free herself, I kissed her forehead having succesfully pinned her to me, she kissed my lips in return and we repeated the action three times before I took her unawares kissing her lips, we made love like never that night and we went three rounds non stop as making babies was all I kept hearing in my head. And with each thrust she encouraged me with moans that were like music to my ears boosting my morale. She had always told me that she so much loved my name and she never let any opportunity to call it slip

In excitement, I rushed back to the room and shut the door behind me. Pouring its wax on the floor, I made the candlestick stand. I knelt in front of it and held my hands above the flame. I closed my eyes and said; “Fire, Fire, answer my every call, You burn till' I please, Mote It Be!" I said this five times and opened my eyes, but I saw nothing. It was just as I had left it. I clenched my jaws in anger, and this time, with my eyes opened, I repeated it.

“What is your name?” “Cas... Cas...” my voice faltered, and for a second, my mind went blank, struggling to think of something that wouldn’t give me away. “Cassie. My name is Cassie!” I finally blurted out, trying to sound confident, but it was obvious I was terrified. It was the only thing I could come up with at that moment. A name that even sounded fake to my own ears.

Do you think you can survive if I’m set free inside you? My hands clenched so tight I felt my nails dig into my palms. “Yes! Yes, I can! If you can save Poppy… then I can handle anything!” ‘Then say my name,’ the voice purred, like the voice of the devil. ‘Say it three times. Call me and bind our souls together.’ I froze. My heart was beating so hard I thought it might shatter . “I—I don’t know your name! I don’t know who you are!”

That was when I realized they were all staring at me, "Well?" one of them asked. "Well, What?" I did not hear them ask me a question. "She must be on drugs, all spaced out this early in the day." one said and they all laughed. "We said, what is your name?" he repeated his question. I guess he spoke for all of them are maybe it was a triplet thing to use 'We' instead of 'I' "I am Syla, I don't do drugs, and It's nice to meet you all."

But before I could walk too far away from the meeting room, I heard them mention my name but I couldn't quite hear what they were saying. I got outside and the triplets were waiting for me as expected. "How was that?" I asked excitedly, jogging towards them. "That was really good." "I almost forgot it was a lie myself." "I like the way you added things to make it sound more real." They confessed. "Thank you very much, I wouldn't have been able to come back here if it wasn't for you three." I muttered, my heart filled with gratitude. "You don't have to thank us, Soraya. We are only doing what we should." Silas said.

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

I shuddered how creepy the sound of my name was from her mouth. "Who are you?" I asked still, in a monotone voice. It seems like the caller is mistaken me for someone else. "I'm someone you know" she mysteriously said. I furrowed my forehead as I place my right hand on my waist. "Excuse me, but you seemed mistaken me for someone else," I said, but then the person at the other line laugh like a witch. "Naiah, Naiah, Naiah..." she uttered my name three times and it was like, goosebumps!