Before You Knew My Name Novels & Stories

How did he know my name? The beat started along with my beating heart. I don’t have a feeling for him but what he said was new to me. My heart is beating because I was thinking about how did he know my name. Also, I am not dumb to know that it was a confession. Fuck! I know this is not me being assumed now because I know he has feelings for me. But how did he know my name? How did he know the name, Tricia Yra? I never introduced myself with that name because I want people to know me as Tara and not my complete name.

And then, before I could stop it, the name slipped from my lips in a whisper so faint I almost didn’t hear it myself. "Julian."

I knew it was my time to leave and a part of me was wondering whether the things would still be the name after this incident? #TBC

“Calm down, Amara. Nobody’s here. Look around.” I glanced around. He was right. Most of the students were still stepping out of their cars, their eyes elsewhere. No one seemed to notice us. Then it hit me. He called me by my name. I narrowed my eyes. “Wait… how do you know my name?” His expression darkened slightly. His voice dropped to a whisper. “It was whispered to me in the dreams.” A chill ran down my spine. “Be serious,” I snapped. He smirked again. “Fine. You’re going viral. Everyone knows your name now.”

The room goes very quiet. I feel the blood leave my face before I can stop it, and I busy myself immediately with smoothing an invisible crease from my sleeve, because I have spent six years learning exactly how dangerous it is to let my expression move faster than my composure, and I am not going to lose that discipline now, in the one room in Calder City built specifically to notice when I do. Names are called in alphabetical order. Mine comes fourth.

ANNA I saw her across the room before she even noticed me. The way she moved—careful, controlled, pretending the space belonged only to her—made my stomach twist. I had been in that position once, convinced I was the exception. Foolish. I knew better now. I stepped into her space, heels clicking softly, and she looked up, startled. I let the pause stretch, letting her register my presence. “Anna,” I said, my voice low but deliberate. “We need to talk.”

whispered Hugo once again. The next split second Zoe turned her head until the left side of her face was parallel to her shoulders. With perfectly rounded eyes, Zoe finally asked, "Are you one of Jamie's bodyguards?" For the first time, after five years Zoe tried to bury —put the name on the list of sentences that were unyielding to say. Today, due to Hugo still-gray-looking motif, Zoe mentions the name of the man she has avoided the most after all this time. Jamie. Jamie Rose Krueger.

call me by my name? " What's wrong, Rookie?" " Nothing. .. I thought. .. it's nothing. .." I awkwardly say as I avoid eye contact with him as a slight blush found a way to my cheeks. I can't believe my heart was soaring just from mistaking Rookie for my name. Am I that desperate to hear my name from him?

After the truth came out, the regret value skyrocketed, and Cindy, fully exposed, was left with no light in her eyes. [Congratulations! Mission Complete! Now, we’ll send you back to your original world.] Just before I left, I saw Shawn collapsing and dying on the spot. Then, there was a flash of white light, and I opened my eyes to a sterile hospital ceiling. “Baby, you’re finally awake! Doctor, doctor!”

Seeing them again filled me with nothing but annoyance. I had gone to so much trouble of changing transportation multiple times, slipping through cities and stations just to end up in this remote seaside town. All I wanted was to die quietly and alone. However, they still found me, showing up with their fake sincerity. If they had truly cared, then what was the point of those eight years of hell? I watched as Kian pulled out his phone, about to call an elite medical team. With everything I had left in me, I called out to him. “Kian.”