In Name Only Novels & Stories

When he studied me warily, I sighed. “What do I even call you?” His brow furrowed. “Alpha.” “Your real name.” He unbuttoned his shirt with enough swagger to be a striptease, dragging it open to reveal just above his heart and the word that was branded there: OM. His look was shuttered as he explained, “Our status and worth are judged in the womb. We’re allowed only this name.” I forced myself to continue to meet Alpha’s fierce stare. “That’s messed-up, and I’m not calling you Om; it’d sound like I’m freaking meditating.”

he interrupted me, completely disregarding my previous statement. He spoke with a smug tone, as if he knew better than anyone else. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my annoyance in check. Despite my efforts, Jared seemed determined to stick around and chat. "I mean, my mother gave me the name Jared Andrew Thompson, and I've hated the Andrew part since I was ten," he explained with a hint of arrogance. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his self-importance. As we spoke, I couldn't help but notice that we had the same initials - A.J and J.A.

Mandy asked. "Who gave it to you? " Manfred asked. "It was willed to me after my father died." I muttered. "What's your father's name? " he asked. "Aden Fields....." I answered. "What about your mothers name? " he asked. "Ella Swart." he tapped the table in deep thought. "How did you get the necklace? " he muttered under his breath. "Like I said my dad willed it to me." I replied.

he said. Bella lowered her face. "But nevermind" He said and she looked at him, "I'll properly introduce myself to you." he added. Bella was interested. "My name is Gerald Smith. I am the the only child of my parents. My dad is the owner of Codes, a technological company that specializes in creating apps, websites and the likes of it for phone manufacturing companies, banks ecetera ecetera." He said. "Wow! You're a millionaire" she said.

He loves me that much ,and I don't even feel anything for him God ,I'm so selfish! "You don't have to think about this now.. This is a topic for another time ,right now I want you to enjoy yourself ,that's all "I only nodded at him while he smiled widely.. Then we fell into a comfortable silence after that.. "So tell me ,is your name just Samuel Hooda ? I mean don't you have an Indian name " I said after few minutes of silence..I was genuinely curious ,I've been wanting to ask him that for some time now "Of course I do "He chuckled "Samuel is just my middle name..My first name is Shaurya.."

A private show. The guest of honor? Cornelius Jones, CEO and founder of Vault—a sex-toy, lifestyle, love, and fantasy accessories company. He had just sold his business for a ton of money after he’d become a multi-millionaire. At thirty-five, only six years older than I, he was officially retired.

Pushing open the door, the lady smirks back at me and says, "Fast enough for you?" A laugh escapes my mouth and I nod my head at her in thanks before heading into the building. The guards on the other side of the door immediately pull a fighting stance and I role their eyes at them. "Relax boys," I huff, "I'm just looking for Alex." One of them snaps, "It is insulting to call the Alpha by his first name." Raising an eyebrow at him, I cock my head to the side, "Yeah, I think I'm okay."

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN Adrian pov Adrian sat alone in his car with his driver in front , staring blankly out at the evening traffic. His phone buzzed with Marks updates on board compliance filings, but he ignored them. His mind was completely consumed by one thing: Brian. He clenched his fist tighter on his thigh, his jaw ticking with anger. He’d seen Brian’s name pop up on the shareholder influence reports today. Brian had been reaching out to minority investors, pushing his own funding proposal for Dreamspace.

“Aha.” “Just welcome them with Welcome to Club Exotic and then check the screen to make sure that their name adds to the bottom of the list.” “Got it.” I frown. “Wait, do I ask them their name?” “No. They don’t ever tell you their name, but their real names come up on the screen. But you never acknowledge that you know it. That’s a big deal. Never let them know that you know who they are.” My eyes widen. “Oh, okay.”

he asked. “Anonymous.” “Convenient.” My stomach twisted. This wasn’t just gossip. It was dangerous. Our biggest sponsor had a morals clause in both our contracts. No scandals. No distractions. No behavior that could “harm brand image.” And secret relationships between team leaders? That counted. My phone buzzed again. Unknown number. I answered. “Yes?” A smooth voice came through. “Good morning. This is Clara from Vantage Athletics. We’d like to schedule a call immediately.”