Iu Dear Name Novels & Stories

His dark smile made my breath hitch. “Oh,” was my only manageable response. He inched closer, his proximity sending a pleasant shiver down to my core. “What's your name?” “Kaira,” I breathed out. “Kaira,” he repeated as if needing to taste it. “You can call me Dearon.” My heart tripped over itself, and I wondered how it was even possible. Jarith had broken me merely hours ago, and now? I was drawn toward an absolute stranger, as if my heart was desperate to be whole again.

"I really don't want you to scream and throw books at me yet I think plummeting to my death would still be my primary concern." "Fine," D-Girl shrugged. "I'm going." She rolled her hand-truck to the door. Before Marla could shut it. "Nice to meet you..." Having a rather unique name rocks. I've been warned that come Paternity Suit time, it won't be nearly so cool. "Cáel Nyilas," I waved good-bye. "N-Y-I-L-A-S." Marla slammed the door shut then put her back to it.

His bad mood was worse than ever, and I was sure it had something to do with the call he received yesterday. I got up, annoyed, took a quick shower, and dressed in jeans, a blouse, and a jacket. My eyes were still almost closed from sleep as I washed my face and heard a knock on the door. Who could it be? "Senhora, buongiorno." "Good morning, Clara," I smiled. "But you don't need to call me 'senhora'; you can just call me Emma." "The senhora is the Don's wife; we must treat her with respect. Anyway, I brought breakfast at Mr. DeLuca's request."

I wasn't her boss and she wasn't my employee. I opened my mouth to tell her to stop calling me that. To just use my name. But the words stuck in my throat. What difference did it make? She was here because of a contract. No difference from an employee. I left the dining room without another word. When I got to my office, I barely had time to sit down before Marcus barged in. My secretary. Though calling him that felt wrong since he has been my friend since college. Marcus loved two things in life: expensive watches and my money. In that order.

He patted her head with his big hand, and teased her, “Call me dearie.” Monique felt like a puppy when he patted her head. She felt loved. Her heart was beating fast, and her face was blushing. This man wanted her to call him dearie, a nickname worse than Henny. She could pretend he was a kid if she called him Henny, like how she called Little Angel. A nickname for a child. However, he wanted her to call him something more intimate. She could no longer lie to herself that it was a child’s name.

****** "Dear? Why the long face? You are pregnant and that's what we've been praying for, right?" So, tell me why you are not happy?!"

They love him dearly and he will be missed. “Who knows what these people know. I think you need to increase the amount of guard’s we have around Grace.” Damian suggests. I think back on the note. “Who calls you Damo?” I ask him. He looks at me. “What?” he asks. “Who calls you Damo? I haven’t called you that since we were kids.” I tell him. He pulls a face. “I haven’t been called that since I was a kid. Most people call me D, Dee-man. anything like that but no one calls me Damo anymore.” He speaks.

I replied sadly “That's not nice.” Dean said with a frown. “I never got to learn your name last time we met.” Hearing that, fear coursed through my body, causing me to shudder as my mind went to what they did together and I wondered what will happen now. “That…is true.” I replied, swallowing hard. “So can I get the honour of knowing your name?” He asked. “Avery….Avery Rosacea.” I replied, tightening my right hand anxiously.

"I'm sorry, but you know my name, but I don't know yours. " "Oh, yeah," she snorts. She has NONE of the class and grace Angelica was known for. She's almost masculine in her movements, someone who is used to being more physical than graceful. "Sorry, I'm Delilah Fisher, but most people call me DeeDee." "Fisher," I repeat, looking between Stephen and Tilly. "That's a very interesting last name," I comment. "You're the second person to say that this evening," she takes a sip of her wine. "It means "a person who fishes." I honestly can't wait to change it."

She asked me with concerns already itching on her face. “I am perfectly okay and If I may ask, why asking?” “Hearing his name, I hope he didn’t open some wounds, you know you loved him and he is more like your first love..” “That’s hilarious..” She gave me a weird look, “But I didn’t say anything funny..” “I know but to me it is, why will I be sad because I heard his name, sweetheart the lover girl in me died at the hospital, I am reborn and sorry to say this,fuck love…Lisa Fletcher Is gone and the bitch sitting in this car with you is Lisa Graham.”