Iu Dear Name Novels & Stories

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.”

"Ung, mal-ass-eo. Geunyeo yeppeuda. Geunyeoga geu jal saeng-gin namja-rang hamkke iss-eo?" (“Yeah, you're right. She's pretty. Is she with that handsome guy?”) Okay, now I was sure. They were definitely looking at me. "Naega deureoss-eo, geu namja-neun yu myeonghan beoseu maen-iya. Ireumi Denbeo rago haetji?" (“I heard he's a famous businessman. His name was Denver, right?” Girl 1 asked.) My jaw almost dropped. They knew Denver?

“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.”

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.

fuck! “What a good morning it is. I knew there was a reason I couldn’t sleep last night but I never thought it would be this. Hi, my name is Adam and yours?” his cockiness was so annoying. “Death, that is my name. now tell me, where are the rest of your teammates?” he raised an eyebrow.

"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."

Dec shouts, steam practically shooting out his ears. I am confused. "LANGUAGE!" Dad shouts from the kitchen. We both cringe at his command; damn Alpha tone. Mum comes through with a basket full of washing; she stops and takes in Virginia, "Hello sweetheart. What's your name?" "I'm Virginia.. I'm Deacon's mate." She says hesitantly. "NO! SHE'S MY MATE!" Declan roars, fisting his hands against his shaking skull. Holy shit! ~*~ (Lizzie POV)

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.

“The buying of shares is under process, I don’t have much to worry about.” “And your reputation?” Ryker added. “You seem to be forgetting that you are a mafia don,” Alex said calmly, finally sounding worried. Damian exhaled a long sigh, thinking back to the moments that Killian had stood for them when their parents died. He was their home till they could afford a home. “Not even my name is known, guys. No one would find me.” The room went into total silence. Like they were all in a moment of hibernation. “And Kira?” Ryker finally asked, his jaw tightening. “I could smell her scent on you,” he added, sparing Alex a glance.