Ao3 Remain Nameless Novels & Stories

But, Jun already knew what he would find, He knew that the long forgotten ID picture that had become faceless in his mind would be holding the features of Iori, with her almond shaped black eyes and soft lips… "But, I understand that you didn't know her because of her last name. I don't understand why she didn't recognize you. After all, she knew your name…" Jun looked away from his friend, he didn't need to see his face right now. As expected from Shou, he picked up on it quite fast as his eyes widened pointing at him. "You- You didn't tell her your real name didn't you?!" He said and Jun put his finger on his lip looking around to make sure no one heard that, "That's no good, man! You can'

Not like stories caught in headlines. Just two people. Bruised by the same system. Trying to build something new in the rubble. “Thank you,” she whispered. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Then he turned and left without asking for anything in return. That night, Ava wrote a blog post. “Why I Named It After Me.” “They’ll ask why I didn’t name it Wolfe. Why I didn’t call it Grace or Phoenix or some poetic thing that sounds good in a headline. I named it Sinclair because for too long, I tried to survive under someone else’s name.

Something without a name. Something with many.

I managed to say. “And who might that be?” Jose inquired with a polite curiosity. “Xander... or Alexander,” I replied, uncertain of the name he might be using here. My voice carried a hint of doubt, reflecting my feelings towards him and his ever-changing personas. “And your name is?” Jose continued, maintaining his courteous demeanor. “I’m Aurora,” I said, watching as he began to write my name in the guest book. However, he paused abruptly, looking up at me with a newfound interest. “Aurora? The one who left Brother Xander's heart in shambles, unable to heal?”

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It was a good thing I named it after my mum, so that I could easily get out of situations like this, but what I didn’t know was that I had unintentionally shot myself on the leg. Aurora looked confused. “What?” I had to ask. “Maria Taylor is a woman’s name, and your boss is a man,” Aurora answered. Damn, she was also very smart and intelligent. I cleared my throat. “I believe he named it after his mother who has passed,” I responded. It wasn’t a complete lie. The only thing is that I am not being openly truthful to her. “That explains it,” Aurora said. Then we fell silent again. I wanted to speak, but I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t surprising, because with women, I never knew what to s

Claudia nods in response and I ask, “Do you know what she thinks her name is?” She nods her head slowly as she says, “She thinks her name is Aurora May Bell. And she thinks that Master Wraith is her mate and that his name is Aamon.” Osborn and Peelle walk out, and I say, “Come on, let’s get your dad and figure out what we’re going to do.” Once we get back to the pack house, thankfully Faith and Hope are both asleep. Evan joins us in Osborn’s office and Osborn breathes out as he tugs at his hair in frustration, “I can’t leave. There’s too much going on here.”

" Her fingers stilled. She let out a small breath and didn’t answer right away. There were too many truths behind that question, none she could share. Instead, she typed: "I’m fine. There have been changes. From now on, I’ll be using a different name." Another pause. "What name?" She typed it once. Clear and steady. "Aria Montclair." The silence lasted longer this time. Then... "Got it. I’ll update everything. Same protocols?" A slight shift crossed her face. No questions. No doubt. Just trust. "Same protocols. Be more careful." "Understood." The line went quiet.

He waits for me to find some words, but nothing is coming to me. “You’re obviously not one of Rossi’s wolves, so who are you?” he finally asks. “Keiran,” I say without thinking. I should not be giving him my real name, but I suppose Denny already let that cat out of the bag. “I’m Remy Matisse.” He stares at me expectantly, as if the name should mean something to me. And maybe it should, but I have no idea what. “Nice to meet you?” I shoot him a nervous smile. I’m making such a mess of this. It’s been ages since I’ve had a real interaction with another shifter. I know damn well there are formalities and shit like that I’m supposed to follow—or at least know.

“She can’t go back. You know that, right?” “I know.” “So what now?” I looked at her—this successor. This echo of possibility. “We give her a name,” I said. She smiled, like she’d been waiting. “Not Athena,” I added. “That’s his name. His frame. We erase that.” “Then what?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Because I knew. She was mine. So I whispered the name I had buried long ago, the one no system ever recorded, the one I stopped using when the war began: