Ciel Phantomhive Real Name Novels & Stories

She wasn't going to give them that. “Open it.” Caelric nodded. He clicked. The screen went black. Then a single name appeared. Seraphina stared. She knew the person. Caelric knew them too. Her father whispered the name before either of them could speak. “That's impossible.” The name belonged to someone still inside Veyron Enterprises. Someone they had trusted. Someone who had been standing close to Caelric for years. And at that exact moment, Caelric's phone rang. The caller ID displayed the same name.

In the middle of texting with my best friend, a text from an unknown number came. From: Unknown Number Jill, can I talk to you? What the-? Who's this? I replied to it since it knows my name. It is too impossible for it to be a scam. To: Unknown Number Who is this? From: Unknown Number It's me. Cielo. What the hell? How dare he text me!

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She smiled and continued, "My apologies for not introducing myself. I'm Claire Raphaela de Zielony. Nice to finally meet you, Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea." What... the heck?

I carefully guided her down the ramp stopping in front of Tylania and her giant. “Damn, that is a nice Harley.” The guy says. “Thanks, but what is your name? That way I can stop calling you giant in my mind.” I pointed out. “Oh god, I am sorry, this is Cahir. He is the beta of the Shadow Swamp pack and my mate. This is Kynessie.” Tylania squeaks.

"Two of them dead end in accounts I can't trace yet. The third connects to a holding company registered overseas. That holding company has one director listed." "Name," I said. "The director is listed as a woman named Helena Varro," Phoenix said. "But Helena Varro doesn't exist. The identity is fabricated. Good fabrication. Professional level. The kind that holds up under standard background checks but falls apart under the kind of scrutiny we're applying." "So we have a ghost," I said. "We have a ghost who knows dimensional research well enough to coach a government analyst into asking the right questions," Phoenix said. "And who has enough resources to build convincing shell structures and

Then Rowan looked at me with those curious dark eyes and said, "Dada?" My heart stopped. "No, baby," I said softly. "No dada. Just Mama." "And Auntie Mia," Mia added quickly, tickling Nova. "We're your family. That's all you need." But Rowan kept looking at me with that question in his eyes. And I knew it wouldn't be the last time he asked. By the time the twins were one, I'd established a reputation in the underground tech world. I was "Phantom", the mysterious coder who could fix anything. Break into any system. Solve any problem.

Sitting in a corner, she watched as a young woman in a pale lavender gown finally gathered the courage to walk up to Felix. Xena recognized her right away. She was the daughter of one of the country’s best-known real estate families. Dressed up like that tonight, she had obviously come hoping for a chance to get close to Felix. “Chairman Gibson, I’ve heard so much about you.” She lifted her glass gracefully, a perfectly practiced smile on her face. “My father is the CEO of HY Group. I’m Vivian Lee.” Felix gave a small nod and touched his glass to hers out of courtesy. “Ms. Lee.”

Watching her shine. And knowing that somewhere, buried in the systems she would now have access to, his name—his real name—was waiting to be discovered. Elijah Dane Whitaker. C.E.O. Owner. Liar. He tried to stay ahead of her. Made sure his digital profile was blank. Kept photos off the intranet. Rerouted any system prompts that might ping higher access levels. But he couldn’t hide forever. She was too smart. Too curious. Too her.

I risked glancing at Cillian, where he stood at the base of the platform, arms crossed and fully alert. “I’ve asked you all to come today to address some issues that have been exposed.” The blonde wig felt heavier than usual. It seemed like it had been forever since I’d put the thing on, but being with Cillian in Moon Valley and being able to keep my hair down made me realize I no longer wanted to keep up the pretense. “Is it true that your real name is Ciara Quince?” a voice from the crowd blurted out.