You Just Call Out My Name Novels & Stories

Why did I think I was alone here? “Yeah. What's your name?” I asked the man. “You can call me One.” He said. “One like the number?”, I said perplexed. “Yes. The Bosses said it wasn't important knowing my name but if you did ask, you should call me One.” I shook my head. “Well, I want to look around. Are you going to follow me everywhere?” “No. As long as you're in the house. I do have to stand in front of any rooms you are in.”

Isn't that what you are? 'Yes, but I don't like to be called that.' What would you like me to call you? 'Call me by my name,' she said. All these years together, and you never told me you had a name. 'Your stupid ass never asked.' Well, what is your name? 'It's Mona.' "Athena!" Mum called out and walked into my room. "Yes, mum." "I've been calling for a while, what were you doing?" I've been talking to my–to Mona and didn't hear my mum calling. One of these days, she would get me into trouble.

I hate it! "I think you must have stored my sister's number in your phone, and so.. when you decided to call her, instead of dialling juliet.. you dialled Julia. So, I'm going to break this to you, You-Are-Currently-Talking-To-Juliet. Yes, that's who you are talking to."

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.

His gaze was a laser-focus, a possessive, terrifying hunger locked onto me. He spoke. The voice was a low, resonant rumble that felt like a physical weight on my chest. "Fifty million." The room stayed silent. Not a single person dared to outbid him—or even look him in the eye. A panicked murmur broke the stillness, passing through the back rows like a contagion. “Romanov,” someone breathed, the name carrying the weight of a death sentence. “It’s Maxwell Romanov.” My heart didn't just skip; it stopped.

I picked it up and unlocked it with my thumb. Her name sat at the top of my recent calls. Just seeing it made something heavy drop inside my chest. My thumb hovered over it for a second. All I had to do was tap. One small touch. One ring. One chance. But it felt harder than any meeting, any threat, any deal I’d ever faced. I stared at her name, breathing slow. If I called… what would I even say? Sorry? It didn’t feel strong enough. Come home? I didn’t deserve to ask that. I miss you? That one sat too raw in my throat.

Calla The hallway’s got that… weird tension. Like it’s holding its breath. Not calm. More like when two people are about to throw punches and everyone smells it in the air. It’s not even lunch yet, and somehow it already feels like the day’s circling the drain. I’m halfway to my locker, clutching my books tight to my chest, when I hear it—my name. Too loud. Too sharp. “Calla!” I turn. Shouldn’t have.

I yell at him through the music and once it gets to my favorite part I sing out: " So call out my name Call out my name when I kiss you so gently I want you to stay I want you to stay, even though you don't want me Girl, why can't you wait? Girl, why can't you wait 'til I fall out of love? Won't you call out my name? Girl, call out my name, and I'll be on my way and I'll be on my I said I didn't feel nothing baby, but I lied I almost cut a piece of myself for your life

I heard that sweet voice call me from behind as I turned to look at the figure which just called me by my name. Fake name to be more precise. "El, you are still here? Do you realize it's almost dinner time?"

Y A S M I N "Wakeup Yasmin. " I heard some voice calling my name but my eyes can't seems to open, the sleep is too heavy for my eyes. "Raspberry. " the voice called again. I know exactly the person who calls me That but still I find my body moving more inside the duvet. he can't disturb my sleep with his little words.