Iu Dear Name Novels & Stories

" I like you. What's your name dear?" " He is Robert. Nice to finally meet you too Rob. How have you been since we last talked?"

“It’s close.” He shook his head and vanished into the kitchen. Alone, I did the next logical thing and took out my phone from my purse. What I used it for though, not so logical. “Alexander Jackson past relationships,” I murmured as I typed into my search engine. My eyes flew wide when I saw about five profiles pop up. Looking closer, I realised they were all labelled ‘rumoured relationship’. All but one. Calming, I guess. Delphine Pereira French actress and model

But what is your name? 'Deborah'. 'Deborah', he said the name caressingly, 'Such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl'. Deborah giggled, already charmed. 'I like you already. What is your name?' 'My name is Bryan.Your uncle Bryan and I love you already too. You are three years?' 'Yes, I will be in a few months'. 'Alright. Big girl, off you go into your room, before I leave, I shall definitely call to say goodbye'.

Olivia asked, smiling casually. "Yes. Davis Delze". Davis replied cheerfully. "Davis Delze huh? Which means you can also go by the nickname DD right?". Olivia suggested and Davis laughed out in a disgusting way, revealing the food he was actually chewing in his mouth and Olivia felt irritated instantly. "You know, there's this huge model who goes by the name DD as well. Care to know her name?". Olivia asked, her smile fading out of her face. "You mean Diane Dean right?". Davis said and Olivia gave him a shocked look.

he said popping the p, I scoffed audibly "And stop calling me weird names" I spoke irritatingly "What weird names?" He asked in confusion "I don't know how to pronounce them, bambi-na? And mia- kara? I don't know!" I snapped at him He only gave me a chuckle in return "Are you laughing at me?" I asked him with squinted eyes. "No, they are not weird names. They are just your nicknames that only I can call" he shook his head sideways with a huge grin.

Indeed, love really was blind. She pressed her hand over her mouth. Maybe it’s the offer Enoch made that left her light spirited, or Jake really looked funny. She could barely hold in her laugh. "I know you're in there, Annabelle." He said in a measured tone of voice. Also he had used her full name. Jack never used her full name. He said it was too long, that he preferred names that got to the point. Short names for short attention spans, apparently, and Mia clocked in at three letters so that tracked.

“How… how do you know my name?” One corner of his lips lifted into something that wasn’t quite a smile. More like mockery. “Seraphine Kane. Daughter and only child of Maxwell Kane.” He said it like he was reciting a file. “The man who once built an empire out of nothing. The man whose death in a car crash left his family broken. And his little girl and wife who lost everything. Even the house he built with his own hands.” Her chest tightened. The way he said it—so cold, so factual.

I'm pathetic, but I can't get rid of the jealousy within me. "I'm far from perfect," I say. "I used to be a nun, and right now, I'm living life for the first time." Killian cracks up. "You're only getting more and more interesting. What is your name?" "Daria." "Daria," He tests, saying my name, and I'm ashamed to admit he makes my name sound like a perfect sin on his pretty lips. "I like your name." "Thank you." I'm faintly blushing, but I don't understand why. Killian is intently gazing at me, smiling in amusement, as if he can spot the red tint on my cheeks.

It was the spark this fire started from. “Where did my name come from?” Marcus repeated, more tightly this time. Debra didn’t flinch. “I’ll answer your question, darling. Gladly.” She paused—dramatic, dangerous, queenly. “But first,” she said, “I’d like a moment alone with your delightful little friend.”

“Oh, please. You act like I didn’t slay before we landed here.” “You slayed, alright. Slayed your own chances with those crazy shorts.” “Hey! That’s how he likes me." "Who?" I asked her just to catch the name. When she turned to glance at me, I pretended to be looking somewhere else. "Uh… Ethan?" I blinked, then chuckled, palming my forehead. “Oh my God—yes, finally that. His name is Ethan, right.” She stared at me, hands on her hips. “Clara. I’ve said his name around you at least ten times.”