Why Is It Called Me Before You Novels & Stories

The moment she said Caleb’s name, I felt this squeezing pain in my chest. “You know what I will start calling you Moon Princess. It is more fitting after all.” Mel spoke before I had a chance to comment on anything. Still stuck on what I felt when Mel said Caleb’s name, I looked away from her. My gaze moved around the room, trying to hide what was going on in my head. I wasn’t seeing her office though, my mind was in too much chaos to be able to focus.

he said and chuckled. "Why do you call me princess?" I questioned once I was out of my daze. "Because I can't call you Angel as it's already your name" he explained as if it was obvious. "Would you prefer babe?" he asked, wearing his usual smirk. "Let's stick to princess" I said, horrified by the idea of being called babe. Only one person used to call me babe. That person was Ryan. "We're here" he said as we stood in front of a death machine.

"Oh, this is used to communicate—" I roll my eyes. "Mindlinks work in Carodia, yes; but I know what a cell phone is, rogue." "Well, it's hard to believe." He flashes a fake smile at me and turns away, facing ahead with an unbreakable grimace. Minutes pass and I find my voice. "I go by Mare, you know?" "I'll call you whatever I please, Marelyn. It's our thing." "We don't have a thing!" I groan. "But we will have a baby soon."

“We’re not throwing you back in a magic spring. Just a normal shower. Warm. Soothing. Non-possessive.” I smirked despite myself. “You better not jinx it.” He winked before stepping out the door. “Ten minutes, Red. Don’t make me come drag you.” I blinked. “Wait—why do you call me that?” He paused at the doorway, one hand resting on the frame. His body was halfway out, but his eyes flicked back to me with that infuriating mix of amusement and mystery. “What?” “‘Red,’” I repeated, sitting up a little straighter. “You’ve been calling me that for a while now. Why?”

Her spot-on observation was unnerving. She shook her head. “Of course I do. That’s the thing about being famous. Everyone gets on your business like ants to sugar.” She gulped from her mug of tea and licked her lips. “You are a Herringbone. That makes things worse for you. Ok, I know you have a girlfriend who you proposed to last month. Engagement party is set for early March. Your favorite restaurant is the Filler Flay in Scotland. You love Opera and swim as a hobby.”

She yelled, “Hello? Earth to Buck Harvey!” “Why did you call me by my full name out of nowhere, Ms. Maia?” Buck was a little confused.

“I thought it was time to visit, Priya. After all, this is my family too.” Ayesha’s stomach tightened at the declaration. “Who is she, Maaji?” she asked cautiously. The woman turned to Ayesha, her gaze assessing. “You must be Ayesha,” she said. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Meera—Priya’s younger sister.” The tension in the room was palpable as Priya stepped forward, her composure slipping. “Meera, you have no business being here. Leave.” “Is that any way to greet your sister?” Meera asked, her smile never faltering. “I’ve been gone for a long time, Priya, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten what you did.”

To their surprise, Ethan announced boldly that he would wait for Stella no matter how long it took. He never revealed the real reason she left. He simply said she had gone abroad to further her studies and that he would wait for her to come home. A wealthy heir waiting faithfully for his runaway fiancee—such a love story always captured people's attention. Especially since the Shaws and Walkers were both elite and well-known, and Ethan and Stella were both strikingly attractive. They already had a dedicated online following. With Ethan's public declaration of love, social media exploded. His name shot to the top of the trending charts.

Before I could say anything else, Noah extended his left hand toward me. “Do you want to dance?” he asked softly, gesturing to the floor. “You’re here alone, and what type of gentleman would I be if I left you standing by yourself?” I hesitated, looking back toward the hallway where the restrooms were. “What will I tell Madison when she gets back?” Noah’s fingers brushed against mine, warm, cutting through all my second-guessing. “Let her come before worrying about what happens next, Izzy.” The warmth of the word Izzy bloomed in my chest , a familiar comfort that made me forget the suffocating weight of my secrets for a split second. It was the name only he used.

I informed my man, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I grabbed my keys and phone off the counter. "Great," he slid his phone into his pocket, heading towards where I stood beside the door. "You look entirely too stunning for this world, as always." "And you're entirely too cute for this world," I laughed, giving him a quick kiss. "As always." ——— "Fun fact;" I began. "In Australia, we call this place 'Hungry Jacks'." "Hungry Jacks?" he repeated, scrunching up his nose in playful disgust. "Y'all are so strange."