Hawks Real Name Mga Nobela at Kwento

SUN smiled and said, "Don't be so polite. If you don't mind, just call me Carissa." SUN's real name was Carissa Stevens, which could be found on the official name list of the club. In the past, players who were socially awkward never exposed any of their personal information online. But as the competitions went on, whenever the player appeared on stage, fans would jokingly mention their name in the comment section. Sometimes, during award ceremonies, there were also many comments joking about how players had lost their real names.

She immediately exclaimed, "Wait... Who are you? You are not Andrew." Henry August froze on the spot. He closed his eyes and bit his tongue. By mistake, he had saved his number under his name. He forgot to save it as Andrew. But he was very smart. He chuckled and turned around. "What do you think? Do I look like a fool? Don't you know that I am a detective? We never use our real name. Henry is my real name, but people know me as Andrew. Do you understand?"

“What . . . things in the tabloids?” “The coke, the models, the late-night parties. It’s all just PR. That, and once your rep hits a certain point, you can’t blow your nose in public without everyone assuming you just did lines in the bathroom.” “Drake , I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Sarah told him. “Start over. I don’t know what any of this means. Is Drake even your real name?” “It’s my real name,” he agreed. “Drake Holt , owner of The Grand Channel and a few other networks.”

Tyler was surprised to see me numb. "Yes, he did. Goes by the name Alfred Caine." Harlan put in. My eyes stretched further. What was he doing here, and why the hell was he using his real name?

Basically, he’s already part of them so he’s also his boss, I would say. Here is the craziest part the name he told the wasn’t his real legal name. They didn’t notice that at first but after several investigations was made the fact that they couldn’t find anything due to the fake first name of his. At first they thought he was messing with them not until they decided to track his surname and was able to connect it to Jackson. His full name is Jackson Roe.

Then suddenly his eyes snapped open. “I found him.” I stepped forward immediately. “Who is he?” “His name is Ghost.” The name meant nothing to me. “He’s a rogue wolf,” the High Priest continued. “A mercenary. He works for money.” That surprised me. I honestly thought Kevin’s pack was behind the attack directly. “Where is he now?” The High Priest grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down an address. “An abandoned building near the south docks.” I took the paper carefully. “Do not tell anyone about this,” I warned him. “Especially my parents.”

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

she continued and he was laughing again, shaking his head in disbelief like he couldn't believe she just did that. "I like you already," he commented and she rolled her eyes. Hunter said the same thing. Why the ones she didn't want are liking her and the special one she wants was straight on ignoring her existence, jeez. Irony. "By the way, what's your name?" She asked randomly while folding her arms across her chest. "I'm Luca Perez." The guy with steel gray eyes said.

Squinching nose and lifting his eyebrows he made allegations. "So, you know him. You already knew his name." I asked, I wanted to listen to the truth from his mouth. "Yes, I know him, what is the big shocker in this? Everyone knows him after all he is the most famous businessman; Mr Tristan Jael, aka Deven" What shocked me next was the fact that he knew his real name as well. This information which I got to have just some hours ago he is already fully equipped with.

We walk hand in hand back to the pack house, spending the next few hours making sure everything is stable. “Maximus,” I whisper, signaling him to step outside. He excuses himself from his men and follows me out. “What’s the matter? Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asks, concern etched in his voice. “I just wanted to tell you… I want to keep my real identity hidden,” I say firmly. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone my story. And promise me you’ll never call me Hyera.” His brows furrow in confusion. “I understand you don’t want anyone to know who you truly are, but the name—”