Before You Knew My Name Novels & Stories

The one who never bleeds. I thought of Morwenna, I remembered how she trembled but never bled. She never stayed weak, I remembered how pale she looked after healing, but I immediately threw the thoughts far away. Maybe mother meant what she said figuratively No way. I certainly won’t think about it “What’s her name?” I asked. “Whoever they are, please tell me.” Her face softened. “When the time is right, you would know.” I shook my head. “This is the right time mother. Everything’s falling apart.”

"The Queen calls me the Usurper. The Triad calls me the Freak. Only a few people in this world know me as Sofia." "I knew you before you had a name at all," the man said, his eyes filling with a sudden, wet brilliance. He took a step forward, ignoring the rifles that bristled at his movement. "I knew you when you were nothing but a heartbeat in a dark room in the Abribi slums. I knew you when I sold you."

And the third voice—the unidentified older woman—also said her name. Three people in that room all knew her name before she was born. She went to find Cass. “The third voice,” Maya said. “She said my name.” Cass was very still. “Whoever was in that room—she knew my name. Before I was born. Before anyone should have known.” A pause. Cass, very quietly: “She was there, Maya. She knew about you.” “Who is she?” Cass looked at her hands. She looked up.

He knew me even before I was introduced to him? ‘I first heard your name from Lance’s story, his long-lost cousin. I don’t know but just hearing your name I feel like you already capture my heart. Do I already sound corny to you? I wanted to help Lance to look for you not only because he is my friend but because I wanted to meet you.’

It was as if she had made a mistake by calling me by name. The girl, who I barely knew, somehow knew my real name. It was strange because everyone around here only knew me as May. I had to find out how she knew."How do you know my name?" I asked, my voice filled with genuine curiosity. The girl's expression shifted, and she seemed taken aback by my question. It was clear that she hadn't expected me to ask the question. "Can you tell me where you heard my name? Because honestly, it's kind of freaking me out."

How did he know my name? How the fuck did he know my name? I had never spoken to him. I had never taken his class before. This was my first day in this room. He hadn’t asked us to introduce ourselves. There hadn’t been a roll call. No paper passed around. No name tags. No introductions. So how. Did. He. Know. He didn’t look confused. He wasn’t guessing. He said my name like it belonged to his mouth.

How could they know that? “...I don’t remember what my old name is. All I have now is Aurelia Giliam.” Even though I felt nervous knowing that this figure knew I was someone else I didn’t try to lie to them. The figure in front of me grew quiet and I couldn’t tell what expression they had. I felt myself flinch slightly when the figure raised a hand to my face once more.

She happily invited me back to the pack to celebrate my success. However, I unexpectedly ran into Carlen at the airport. He still looked handsome, standing out in the crowd. Yet, the once-powerful Alpha of the pack now looked worn and weary. The moment his gaze met mine, a flicker of hope ignited in his eyes. "Irene!" he called my name, his voice filled with urgency and yearning. My heart was calm as still water. I didn't respond to him. Carlen tried to push through the crowd to get to me, but my guards stopped him ten feet away.

My lips moved completely on their own. Before I could stop myself, a single name slipped from my mouth—a name I didn’t even recognize, but one that felt like it carried the weight of my entire universe. “A-Aiden…”

Taking cautious steps, I took the empty seat beside her. “See, easy peasy. Now, where should I begin? Yes, my name. However, I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out by now. Not to sound cocky or anything like that.” She smiled, but I had a hard time returning it. “I have a feeling I know your name, though I don’t know how. But there is something about you. It’s like I’ve met you before,” I said. “Why is that?” “Well, we haven’t met before. Not in person, at least. Sierra, do you remember anything before you woke up here?” she asked.