Novel & Cerita Lar The Beloved Real Name

He asks frowning at us deeply, "You're lying." "This isn't 2009, this is 2020 and your name isn't Rayyan anymore, it's Rogue just like you always wanted and that's the name you've been known with in the last ten years. You have a family, you met your father, your brothers and you are in love with this woman here and she is carrying your child and I am your best friend." Although in pain, Lare persists with the revelation of the truth.

I whisper to Clark who smiles in response. “Hi, I’m Lara, Lai’s younger sister and this is my husband Clark Rique” I say, with a smile. “Nice to meet you” Clark adds. She chuckles, “I definitely know the both of you, the whole of Yula witnessed your marriage. The two of you are an absolute power couple” she gushes. “Thank you” I blush, liking her personality even more. Clark slips an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him, “there’s no one else I’d rather be married to” he says to Belle.

Philippa lowered her head with a wronged expression; her eyes darted towards Ben who was seated next to Dana. “Didn’t you always call me Ms. Burton? How did I get the honor of becoming your senior?” Lara’s lips curled down in displeasure. “Ms Burton… I have admired you… I really…” She sniffled pitifully while one of the young men from the group walked up to them. “Lara don’t go too far…. She just tripped.” This guy went by the screen name prince; His official name was Preston Putnam. He is your typical playboy rescuing damsel in distress.

with my husband’s baby! “It’s not the Alpha’s! You’re lying, Marcella! Luca, say she’s lying! SAY IT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, SAY SHE’S LYING!” I roared, the pain of betrayal shredding my chest. “She’s not lying. The baby is mine, and I’m going to name her my Luna. I’m almost sure Marcella is my true fated mate. I’ll know once I break the bond with you.” My legs gave out and I dropped to my knees.

I unwrapped the lollipop and placed it between my lips, letting the sweet, artificial flavor distract me. It worked. By the time he finished cleaning and bandaging my wounds, the pain had become manageable. “Feeling better?” he asked. I simply nodded. His smile widened. “Good. Don’t worry—it’ll heal in two to three days, just like you said.” I glanced at him, curious. “What’s your name?” I asked. “George.” George. So he had a name. “And you’re Carolyn,” he said. “You’ve made yourself quite popular in just one day of being here.”

LEON/LIBULAN “I WILL.” Sidapa was taken aback by my quick response. “I was very disappointed when you told me that what Leon and Sheldon had were all lies,” I began. My spear reappeared, and I let it float up. “Because, as far as I know, I loved you both, whether it was you or Sheldon. You may be two different people, but I spent so much of my life as Leon. I treasured everyone who had been a part of my life. I value each and every one of you. In terms of my real name, I’m not sure why I didn’t tell you I was Luan. But I did hear someone’s voice whisper in my ear for a brief moment. “This is not the time,” the voice said. I apologize for keeping you waiting for so long, my beloved,” I said.

Because it confirmed what she already knew. The truth was bad. Very bad. Finally, he spoke. “Your real name isn’t Elara Quinn.” The words struck harder than she expected. For a moment she couldn’t breathe. “My what?” “Your birth name.” The room spun slightly. “No.” Lucien closed his eyes. Briefly. As though this conversation physically hurt him. “It was changed.” Elara stared at him. Disbelief flooded her. Her name was Elara. It always had been. That was who she was.

His arm was wrapped in a black sling while rainwater dripped from his clothes. But unlike everyone else, he was grinning brightly. His eyes landed on me immediately. “So this is the famous wife,” he said dramatically. “Now I understand why the Don dragged himself home in the middle of the night.” Dario’s expression darkened instantly. “Laro.” The warning in his voice was sharp enough to cut flesh. The younger man lifted both hands innocently. “What? I’m complimenting her.” Then he walked toward me anyway. “I’m Laro Severo,” he said with an easy smile. “The son of his favorite cousin…. And the all time favorite nephew.”

Ken asked finally. “ Lucas isn't his real name... His real name is Lucifer and he isn't an ordinary person because he is the devil from hell himself ” Skyler finally told them the truth and they just stared blankly at her. 1 minutes.... 2 minutes 5 minutes passed and no one said anything and they just stared at themselves trying to understand what Skyler had just said. His name is Lucifer.... He's the devil from hell was what was ringing in their head until Skyler broke the silence between them.

Maria "I need to talk to my father." "That's not a good idea," Lara says, her brow furrowing in concern. I grip her hands. "I need to know the truth from him," I reply. "Mikhail tells me his real name is Zakhar Budanov. There's a photograph in his desk. I ... I deserve to know!" Larissa's face pales as she pulls her hands out of my grip. Her hands clutch the sheets as if anchoring her to the moment.