You Just Call Out My Name Novels & Stories

But I don’t get to go far, as a voice calls my name. “Brooke, wait up! I need to talk to you.”

He loudly said: "Quickly call my name... I say hurry and call my name Flora... if you don't call me I will beat you until you say my name!" The sound *squat…top…TSH…* made me blush with embarrassment, getting hit on the butt was more embarrassing than having to call his name, so I had to do as Enzo said. I sobbed and called his name, but because I was embarrassed, I couldn't say it out loud: “Hmmm… Enzo… um… ha… Enzo… hurry……”

I am wearing a red velvet one-piece just below my knee and am walking through the field. I hear the laughter. It’s such a beautiful piece of art that anyone could ever hear. It’s so much beauty that I couldn’t help and smile at its melody. “Erie!” I hear someone calling me. I have only one person in the whole world who could call me by that name. I feel so much happy when I hear that name.

into their phones and then grinning before walking away. “I don’t know any of you!” I shouted. “We don’t know you either,” one responded. She looked like an aging soccer mom. She wore the same smirk of excitement as the rest of the people surrounding her. “Then how do you all know my name?” I asked. “We don’t,” the lady said. “We just want to catch the I’m Sorry Alicia. The only way to catch it is to say 'I'm sorry, Alicia' into the mouthpiece. As soon as you do that, you get a special ball that can catch it.”

I said "But what does that nickname mean?? She asked and i smile slightly "I also Don't know, i find the nickname funny.. Mario Mario.. She do call me that, sometimes i use to be ashame when she call me that in public but i have no choice " I said "Mario?? Can i start calling you that?? Anna asked while she winked at me "Noo noo.. My sister is the only one that has the right to call me that " I said and stood up "you should rest now while i get some important things done

I couldn't help but fall to the ground as all I heard faintly echoing was my name called out. And in that little moment of silence in my head, I blacked out… What's wrong?… Kathy!!…

My phone kept vibrating nonstop with notification sounds. Faith stood up and asked, "Messages from Rita?" I glanced at the contact name and nodded. The corners of her lips curved upward into a smile.

I stood up and faced the mirror. “You can handle this,” I whispered. With the phone in my hand, I looked at it and battled with myself about whether I would make a call or not. My pulse wouldn’t slow, and my thoughts wouldn’t quiet. Again and again, my eyes drifted to his name in my contact list. Lancy Baby. The nickname made my throat tighten. Just one tap. One call. One truth. I stared at it for a full minute. Then I pressed it. The phone rang.

“I still can't hear it properly. But you know what? I'll make you call me that name tonight, I'll make you scream out that name all night.” Instantly, my jaw dropped. Now I see every reason to regret calling him that name. I have just gotten myself in trouble.

“You’re slipping, Zade. You’ve been running yourself into the ground trying to stay in control, but one wrong look, one wrong scent—” “Enough!” My voice cracked like a whip, echoing against the tiles. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” His gaze softened — just barely. “Don’t I?” I turned away, gripping the edge of the sink, forcing my reflection to hold steady. “If you have something to say, say it.” There was a pause. Then he said quietly, “Someone’s hunting you.” The words hit harder than any blow. I turned sharply, meeting his eyes. “What?”