Say My Name Three Times Novels & Stories

I explained "Apart from your name —the Whisperer which is not even a real name, I don't have your contact or even know where you leave. Please don't leave me hanging again. I need your help please…" I continued speaking "Hey girl, breathe. That's it. You are speaking without a halt. Breathe, that's it. Breathe in, breathe out, good." "I am sorry. I was speaking too fast. This indicates how badly I need your help. I am sorry I am this nervous"

"Okay, smartass, now try to say it while I spank this pretty arse of yours, if you manage to say it before five, then you can use it. Oh, and you have to count each spank as well." My mind is telling me I am crazy, but surely I can do it. I scream and jump as the sting of his hand hits. "Count," His voice is low, and my mind trying to find the number to say. "One." His hand hits again my body jumping. "Two, Supercali." My words stop as the third one hits, and I jump again, moans escaping my mouth. "Three." Opening my mouth to say the safe word I'm stopped, his hand strikes again, a moan escaping my mouth as I grip the table.

“So call my name Sorahiko” This feels a bit…intimate. And wrong. And scary. But Miyamura has never told me to do something, then punished me for it before. And it’s not like he can not just punish me for existing. It’s a lose-lose situation. I sigh deeply. “M..Miyamura”. I stuttered a bit. I can almost feel the satisfaction rolling off him. “Again”. “Miyamura”. I didn’t stutter this time. “One more time”. Is this a fetish? Am I playing along with a fetish?.

"And to me, if I'm there." I took his hands in mine, pressing his palms flat against my ribs so he could feel my breathing. "These aren't commands," I added quickly. "If any of them feel wrong, you stop. Promise me that." He nodded at once. "I promise." I swallowed, then I began. "First," I said softly, "you say your name." A flash of confusion crossed his face. Still, he obeyed. "My name is Roman." His shoulders eased slightly. "Good," I murmured. "When you say it, it reminds your mind who you are, not who she's trying to make you."

She said after gulping water from the plastic bottle that stood on a small stool beside her sofa. “My name is… John. I'm three and a half… inches” “I didn't hear the last word” Anna glared at him and he repeated himself much louder, “My name is John and I'm three and a half inches” “Good. Accept your peas. That's the first step to your journey and purpose of being here. Next person” Anna said. “I’m Connor and I'm three inches”

Almost like it was saying my name again. Almost.

Three lives. Three.

She didn't even know why she felt that way. Elliott didn't quite like being addressed like that. He said, "Call me Eli." Seraphine widened her eyes in surprise. "Huh?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously. "What? You don't want to?" His voice was low and threatening, and his gaze even more so. "Uh…" Seraphine was bemused. What was he… "Come on. Call my name." Elliott's deep voice carried a hint of allure, and he didn't take his eyes off her as he spoke.

As if trying to unmask me and see my broken inside and my weakness. “Well, as you can see, Damon isn't here and I should be on my way out.” I walk past him towards the exit. “My name is Rowan.” I stop and glance behind my shoulder with a frown. “I know.” He walks up to me and chuckles. I sense a bit of nervousness in his voice. “I'm sorry, I'm just trying to start a conversation and I suck at it.” He is very similar to Damon. Why does looking at him ache my heart? “Look, Master Rowan–”

She remained silent, her expression changed as if she was lost in deep thoughts. “What’s your name?” She asked. “M-my name is Xanthea Plath Xipher, your highness,” I said, lowering my head slightly. “Xanthea…” she called out my name and goosebumps ran throughout my body. For reasons unknown, my name sounded a lot more powerful from her lips than it had ever before. “Y-yes, your highness?” I looked at her. “You know you need to conceive their triplets, right?” she asked in a soft tone.