In Name Only Novels & Stories

“Then I decided that I would no longer half-heartedly live this marriage with you. So help me deal with my family, including Argus!” “Of course, Miss--I mean, July... That's why I'm here for you.” “And one more thing... Can you tell me your name? I'm not used to hearing or even calling your name with just initials nor with the names of other men." It was strange and awkward for July, because she never really mentioned or called him by name. “Do you mind?" July knew that N was not using his real name because he kept his real identity a secret. Perhaps in the company that knows the real name of N only the chairman.

"Ivy". I hear Roman call my name from the bathroom. I just pretend I'm still asleep. " Ivy I know you're awake. Get up. We have to go to school." I huff and turned to the other side, letting out a small hiss. My back has been hurting a lot lately, and I have to take two painkillers to ease the pain a little.

“Fine. Thank you, mister.” “Now get back to class,” I say. Kian pauses. “What’s your name?” The answer is on my tongue. “Mister…” “Mister R,” Mackenzie cuts in smoothly. Hania wrinkles her nose. “That’s a weird name.” They laugh and run off. I watch them disappear into the building. Mackenzie steps closer. “You know you can’t give them your real name since the names of investors aren’t out to the general public yet.” “I know,” I say.

I did not call him back. I only stared at his name until my eyes burned. ** Follow me on i, n, s.. ta : authormiragreen

I don’t need all her degrees to tell me that. To try and take my mind off everything, and give myself something useful to do, I’ve set up a small company offering independent security consultations. I had no idea it would be so popular, but it’s really taken off. No one knows what I’m doing, and I’m running it under the business name Northwatch.

"Because I have opinions. I've been sitting on opinions." "We have two options," Isla said, putting him on speaker. "Tell me. I need to know if my opinions are relevant or if I've wasted a week thinking about baby names for no reason." "Niamh, if it's a girl. Daniel, if it's a boy." A pause. "Niamh. How do you—" "Like Neeve." "That's not how it's spelled." "No."

Those sharp eyes narrowed intently on her again, patiently waiting for her to help him. “What do you do?” She asked, steering the conversation elsewhere. A corner of his lips slightly curved in amusement. He loved the game she was playing by withholding her name. “I’m a business man.” He answered simply. “What kind of business do you do?” He reached for his pocket, pulling out a card. He handed it to her and relaxed back on the couch. Arms across his chest, curious eyes rested on her. Maribel glanced through the business card, nodding her head impressively “Luminex Global Tech. I have heard of it before. I would never know you own the company.”

I could ride this man until my knees gave out, and I would enjoy every second of it. Fuck. I’m fantasising about fucking my boss. Before, I could only imagine myself throwing files at his head, but now, I can see myself on his dick, under him, beside him... “What are you called?” I ask, my eyes lifting to his. He swallows, “Alexander Voss, Ma’am.” Ma’am? I bend over and slap his ass, my hand stinging from his touch. “It’s Mistress,” I correct him, my voice firm. “Say it.”

The first night I married into the Decker family in Markusson City, Rachael Decker had me sign an agreement. It required every expense after the wedding to go through her approval. "The gap between our families is too wide," she'd said. "This is to protect you from gossip." I'd accepted it without a second thought. Then came her pregnancy, and the mood swings that went with it. I stayed up with her every night until dawn, and the lack of sleep gave me splitting headaches. So I sent her a payment request on ClickCart for a head massager. It cost twelve dollars. She rejected it in seconds. "That's a waste of money. I'm the one who's pregnant, and I don't even have a headache. You need t

“and stop calling me princess Noraveena. Call me Nova, or your highness if you absolutely insist on titles but not princess, please.” They seem a little taken aback by my request. Though it may be my slightly pissy tone. “I apologise I say, feeling the need to explain myself “I am still struggling to get used to being ‘Princess Nova’ so I just prefer Nova. I don’t feel like I have earnt the title yet”