Before You Knew My Name Novels & Stories

He stopped a few steps away from me. His gaze locked onto mine. And everything else— Disappeared. Silence Between Us No one spoke. Not Sam. Not Victor. Not even my mother. Because this moment— Was not for them. It was for me. And him. “You remember me,” he said quietly. My breath shook. “I… don’t…” But even as I said it— My voice betrayed me. Because my heart… Recognized him. The Name I Didn’t Know “Who are you?” I asked.

Caelum’s head snapped toward him. “How do you know that name?” My pulse thundered in my ears. Because that name That name wasn’t supposed to exist anymore. I hadn’t heard it since Since before the guardians. Before the wolves. Before this world. The stranger watched my reaction carefully. “So you do remember.” Cold dread filled my chest. “How,” I whispered, “do you know that name?” His smile returned slowly. Dark. Knowing. “Because,” he said quietly, “you and I met long before this life.”

I waited for the automatic response, the simple truth I’d known since I was a child. Nothing. I reached back into my memory, looking for a face, a house, a birthday, anything. But my past was a smooth, featureless wall. "I..." I started, my voice cracking. I tried again, pushing harder, desperate to find the thread. "My name is…” “Yeah?” “Haq,” I let out a humorless laugh. I should know my name if nothing else; my name should be the first thing in my mind, but what was going on?

The text message arrived at 2:47 AM, jolting Maya awake with a sick sense of déjà vu she couldn't quite place. I know what you did. No name. No number—just "Unknown" glowing in the darkness of her bedroom at the Tidewater Inn. Maya's heart slammed against her ribs as she sat up, the sheets tangled around her legs like restraints. For a breathless moment, she was back in that Brooklyn apartment, back to being the woman who jumped at shadows and apologized for breathing.

“You’re a what?” “A god, Aria.” “Do you hear yourself?” “Yes,” he said calmly. “I’ve always heard myself. You are the one who forgot.” I took a step back, then another. “No. No, see—there are explanations. You could be from another time, cursed or enhanced or… or something else. But not this. Not a god.” His voice didn’t waver. “Then explain how you knew my name before I ever told you.” I froze.

I could have gotten away a long time ago, but I just kept putting it off. It took me several days to finally get back home. I was about to settle in for some rest when I heard voices I knew all too well outside. "I just saw her downstairs. Sheila's back." "Wow, she sells our house, has a blast out there, and now, she has the nerve to show up again. I'm going to make her regret it!"

The kind that wasn't loud or cocky, but quiet, steady like he'd been waiting for this very moment. “How did you know my name?” I whispered, my voice sharp with disbelief washing over my face. “Let's say you know my name somehow. You were here and while you were passing, you saw and heard my name while my friends were calling me. Because the boat is close to my birthday party.”

I asked quietly. Mira looked startled. “What?” “The woman before the accident,” I continued softly. “What kind of woman was I before the accident?”

“Few years back, I got a call from an anonymous number, saying they knew where you stayed and I had to come to the place they sent me. I knew it was dumb and unreasonable for me to go there. But, I was blinded. I just wanted to see you.” “Oh my God.” “Then the accident happened.”

As I was thrown into the coffin, my back slammed hard against the base. The coffin was so narrow I could barely breathe. My field of vision shrank instantly. Once I calmed myself down, I spotted Ruth standing outside the coffin, looking at me with a triumphant smile. "It's been two minutes. Where are your parents? If they're really pissed off, shouldn't I at least hear something by now? What, are they mice? Only brave enough to squeak from the gutters?"