Novel & Cerita Haunting Names

Just accept it. Anna was brought crashing back from the edge of embarrassing submission by David's callous use of the nickname Hana for her. Hana was a name that only Allen ever used to refer to her. When Aunt Martha had first introduced her to Allen as "my niece Anna Hana," Allen had said that it was a bit of a mouthful and so he would call her "Hana," and he had done so until the day that he died. Hana was the name that Aunt Martha had always called her. It sounded like the worst kind of betrayal to hear it on David's tongue at this point.

She insisted, scooting closer. “Hayat?” “Oh, it’s a pretty name.” “Yeah, it means existence. And how about Haniya? Because she giggles whenever I kiss her.” “Yeah, it’s also pretty.” “How’s Haya?” “What does it mean?” “Modesty.” “Cool!” “Hazel… Hiya, Harmonia, Harley and…” “Hey! Do you want to name her with the letter yours starts with?” She asked him as soon as she realised all the names suggested by him start with H.

“Of course! You can have a much better name. What do you think about Eden? Tell me how you would like your new body to look. I’ll make it much better than the one you had. Free upgrades, modifications, and even servicing by myself….” Tempted by the alluring witch, London ceased to exist. From the old flame of her soul, a new monster who would eventually become known as Eden, the Flower Garden of Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation, was born. However, that was a tale for another time. === AN: The End! Follow my Social media for updates on paperback version!

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

Where their enemy whispers. “Haruna.” To the screams of the few left livings, and the horror of the supposed to be festive night. Two sisters, twins, where the other is also a holder. Their eyes are drawn into the horror of what they are seeing, as the little one calls. “Farah?”

he murmured. Since I arrived here, I’d buried myself in old books and forgotten scrolls, trying to reconnect with my roots. I searched for names not just beautiful, but powerful names that carried the weight of meaning. Shaelith, drawn from ancient words for shadow and myth, a name cloaked in mystery and quiet strength. It felt otherworldly, like the child who had barely cried, yet seemed to hold the silence like a weapon. That was the name I gave to my firstborn, my shadowed child.

Asty made a shush sign to which the male nodded. "By the way, Lana." Asty turned her head towards her. "Mhmm?" "If I may ask, did Chaol give you your name too?" Lana nodded. "Yes. He did." "So Night Hallows really do not have names huh. That's quite sad." Lana shook her head. "Not really. Our parents do not even have names." "Oh. May I ask what they were like?" Asty smiled. "Of course, mistress. I came from a family of ghouls."

"Uhm, Sir, his name is... his name is... Ethan Hale," she managed to say. The moment the words left her lips, Alura wanted to bite her own tongue off. She just mentioned the worst male name currently buried in her past trauma, apart from Percy. Behind the desk, Lucius arched a brow. "Ethan Hale," Lucius repeated slowly. The name tasted like poison in his mouth. He looked back up at her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Why do you sound so hesitant to tell me his name, and why don't you answer his surname Miss Wayne?"

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 Mauve gives me a small, sheepish smile. “I’ll be back,” she says, and turns to leave. I remain immobilized for a moment, as my mind gnaws at the Harrison surname. It can’t be him. There are hundreds of Harrington's in Manhattan alone.

“They’ll believe it when it’s too late. Or when it hurts them.” Ashling stood slowly and spoke for the first time since the awakening. “There’s a name,” she said, eyes wide and strange. “In the oldest stories. Not a person, not a god. Just a… concept. A word the shamans feared.” “What word?” Nyxar asked. She looked at him. “The Hollowing.” The silence after was colder than mist. Thalen’s face didn’t change, but her shoulders stiffened. “That name,” she said, voice low, “is not from your world. It is from theirs.”