Lapu Lapu Real Name Novels & Stories

He said, "I apologize." I nodded, "Why did you grab me like that?" I asked. "You were on your way to see her right?" He asked. I frowned, "How did you know that?" "It's simple, she has been waiting there for some time." He replied. "What has that got to do with you?" I asked. "I guess you still don't know who I am, well I know you though." He said. I was getting a little impatient. "And?" "You're Lupe, the King's breeder."

When he opened the video he saw Jude wearing a literal armor and without her black lenses. not to forget she was crying. "Dear Kristoper! My real name is Jude Williams of the family Williams. The underworld Williams. You must be familiar with the Organization which my family runs and yes i was a part of that at one point in my life. I am sorry. Yes there are alot of things i need to ask for apology but....... I knew who you were but only after our encounter with Celine. I never knew your real identity

“His name is Santi. You don’t know him? He’s friends with Xander.” My brows furrowed with the name. Xander has a lot of friends whom I have met already but I don’t remember meeting someone named Santi. Maybe a new friend? “He studies here too,” Elize said. “His full name?” “Santiago Lopez.” “Hmm, Santiago Lopez,” I murmured. I know of the Lopezes here. They’re the owner of LHR in Baler. Does that mean he’s related to the Lopezes of Baler?

He was only going to flip out and might do something rash. “Are you sure that is what happened?” I gave a nod. “Do you want to give him a name now?” “Name? I haven't thought of that” I didn't even think of a name for him. I felt like the worst mother out there. I turned to look up at Lukas. “How about you name him?” “Me?” Kate and I waited expectantly. “Elian” he said, his face lit up a little. I nodded in approval, repeating the name in a whisper.

"Because you are in my house as my guest and I know nothing about you. I thought it was the best way to start." "Like I said, I don’t know much." "Tell me what you know." She exhaled. "He was my mother’s second husband, he was a friend of her first. He was in a band when they met." He nodded. "His name is Raven Lupa." His eyes widened now were getting to it. "I have his last name, they thought they should honour him in some way by giving me his last name. I don’t know what happened." "So where is he?"

My mind has short-circuited and I'm sure that of everyone here too. My father tries to find the necessary words to speak to the man who seems to be proud of what he is doing. And I'm trying to process how it's possible that the Lake Palma who was my boyfriend and who even wrote to me hours before, is here saying that he's not my fiancé Marcelo Belmonte and that besides that his real name is Lake Serrano.

He has never been Monty, he’s just an illegal immigrant in Indonesia that works under Eka now. “My name is not Monty, it’s Na Yeoul” the young man confessed. “Happy now? Aveline”.

I removed my rifle from his forehead and squatted in front of him. Cupping his bleeding chin in my right hand, forcing him to look at me. “Are you fucking dumb? I hate quiet ones.” That’s when mimicking Mark’s tone enraged me. “So you’re the infamous Mafia Boss of DarZ group. Xavier Hill who is in reality Ceo Japhet Lukers,” Mark chuckled. “The face reveal challenge is won by Ceo Japhet Lukers,” his brother Karl laughed.

Chapter 24 SHE WAS LEFT NUMB. Her hands were shaking and her eyes widen as she looked at the ID in her hands. She gulped as she read his name—yes, it’s his real name. Saldieguez, Luther Kionne C. For some reason, it made her eyes becomes teary. She doesn’t know why. She kinda feel guildy because she know to herself that it’s part of their rules not to meddle with each other personal life. She knows that she was the one who insisted that rule.

I hugged him and he kissed me on my head. I can't believe this is happening. I prayed I was not dreaming. That all of this is the reality. "What is his name?" Mom asked. I pulled away from Royal and caught Mom taking a glance from us. I sniffed and wiped my tears away. "He's Ruru Leonel Marcos Mocetti," I replied proudly.