Novel & Cerita Before You Knew My Name

To vanish inside myself. And then, like a whisper at the edge of consciousness: How does he know my name? That was the last thought I had before everything went black.

I pull my eyes away from the screen, it hit me. “You are... I know who you are.” I whisper, His brows pull towards each other as he stared at me like I was crazy, but I was not, and it all made sense now. The way he knew me, really knew me. “I knew you before the night we met. I knew you months, years before that night...” I say out loud in a small whisper, but inside my head was buzzing with the new information. “But I never knew you as Director Abed Kersher, I knew you as Crest, the man who made me come over the phone before I slept.”

I opened it slowly. And saw the name printed in black at the top. A name I never thought I’d see again. Nora. My former best friend. The one person who once knew all my secrets. And now apparently knew just enough to hurt me all over again.

I saw his phone screen flicker with a message before he locked it. Only one name glowed. A name I didn’t recognize. G. No last name. Just a single initial. My mind swirled. Who had I fought? Who had I crossed? Clinton’s enemies? Caleb’s? Mine? I didn’t know. But I would soon find out.

I asked directly, even though I knew the answer. She glanced at me before looking back down, “Nothing. We’re strangers.” She murmured. I could see her face slightly heat up. I frowned at the response, for I despise being lied to, “Try that again, Maya.” “How do you know my name?” Maya lifted her head at my words, looking at me in surprise, as I brought her back to a slow waltz. “Your friend gave it away as she left, remember?”

Clara looked at her. Confused. ‘No?’ ‘No’ Mira smiled. With tears in the eyes. “Not as long as someone knows your name.” The wind got quiet. Like the house was listening. Clara looked at everyone. To Aren. To Kai. To Jonas. To Elio. To Mira. People they had never seen before. And yet there seemed to be something in it slowly. “You now know my name.” No one answered. Because it was true. Then something strange happened.

"I suppose introductions can wait." His eyes settled on me. "So..." "This is Ariana." I hated the way he said my name. Like it belonged to him. "You know me?" "I knew you before you could walk." My chest tightened. "You knew my mother." "I knew both your parents." Hope rushed through me before I could stop it. Then I remembered the letter. Trust the person who stands beside you. Not the one who calls your name. I stayed where I was. The man's smile grew a little wider.

I wondered. He started playing the guitar and all the women and men here clapped their hands as if following the beat of his song. Even I wasn't familiar with what he was playing until he stared at me and started singing. ♬NOW I KNOW♬ I thought i was wrong, i wanted to believe so, But i search for you since i don't even know when, I get anxious thinking it might be just me feeling this way, Im gonna tell you before it's too late. My heart beat a little faster at his song. I didn't know he had such a voice. It's cold, and this song is so unfamiliar to me,

My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca—the youngest Don in New York’s underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don’t confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our p

At the same time the disappointment returned to him as she mentioned the phrase again 'I don't know you'. Had everything they gone through back then a mere lie then? Was it an illusion easily forgotten by her? No, he thought it was time for her to know. Before she even continued further, she had asked him for his name because obviously if she would live with him for a long period of time, she needed to know his name. It's true he had not told her yet, because he hoped she would find out about it on her own, but he shrugged it off and smiled. It was time to drop the bomb. He told her his full name. At the moment, something rang inside her head, the name was oddly familiar, she felt like she h