Last Name For Fictional Character Novels & Stories

I said, remembering. “No, you're not finishing it." “Why?." “You blacked out the last time, remember?." I rolled my eyes at him. “I'll finish the story one day." I said sinking into the chair, it was very soft. “Dear God, I don't think I would like being called Gabriel Cross." He said all of a sudden. I almost fell from my seat in hard laughter. “Your last name is Cross?." I asked in between laughs. “It'll be your last name soon." He said smugly.

It seemed Oliver was more responsive to Roxanne than him so he let her talk to him. “Because… because I didn’t want her to feel bad,” Oliver replied. He kept quiet for a few seconds before asking, “Why don’t I have a last name?” Roxanne glanced at Henry in confusion because she didn’t know how to answer that question. Henry frowned. He said, “You do have a last name, Oliver. You’re Oliver Doe.” “But that’s a fake name!” Oliver shouted, seemingly becoming agitated. His eyes watered as he glanced at Henry, questioning, “Why does everyone have last names but I was given a fake one?!”

Knox looked at me and said nothing, which was its own kind of answer. The shape had finished coming together. I wished it hadn't. "Knox," I said. My voice had gone very steady in the way it did when I was about to say something I needed to get right. "What is Charlotte's last name?" He looked at me. Something shifted in his face — the beginning of understanding that I already knew the answer and he was catching up to why I was asking. "Mercer," he said. "Charlotte Mercer." I looked at him for a long moment.

“They’re the same, Grandma. It can’t be…” Shayne gasps, her heart refusing to accept that the dolls are identical. “What’s your last name, Charlotte?” Shayne asks, never having cared to know before. All she ever wanted was to be rid of her. “Charlotte Milestone… We share the same last name, Grandma!”

he said eventually, not entirely convinced but choosing to let it be. He went back to something on his phone. I went back to my book and stared at the page without reading a word of it. Felicia. Her name was Felicia and she filtered his calls and kept people away and told callers he was busy and I had called from a hospital room on the worst night of my life and she had… I pressed my fingers against my neck.

Maybe something worse. This place has taken so much from me,...so much from all of us. We’ve been chained and broken, forced to fight, to survive, to serve as entertainment for those who think they control our lives. And yet, here he is,..Christian, the rogue, the former guard, the legend, the one that brought bits of food and from what i heard, the one that saved so many when this all started.

I think I can guess that, but I want to hear the answer right away. Alex seemed to hesitate before answering me. He stared at me intently as if trying to read my feelings from my face. "His name is Charlie but I don't know his last name. Do you know him too?" I closed my eyes for a few moments to control myself. I can't throw up here in front of everyone. Charlie ... is dead, and Zaya is in a coma right now

Lordes turned and smiled. "Miss Delilah," she replied and then reapplied the coating. "What are you doing?" Delilah asked as she continued to watch. "Oh, I'm baking a cake for Mr. Harristian." Delilah's brow furrowed. "Who is Mr. Harristian?" Lordes smiled again and glanced at Delilah. "Mr. James Belgenza's surname is James Harristian. I've known him for a long time, so he let me call him by his real last name." Delilah was flabbergasted. She didn't know if James had another name.

Why would you lie to them? "I can't clearly remember what my amiga have shared with me, but I can recall her saying the man's last name. Well, it's not that hard to forget. If you're last name is like a model or, I'll say literally named after a model of a car. Would it be hard for you to remember?" she laughed. "Was it Montecillo?" I asked. I know his last name. I just want to try. "Was it? Uh, yep- No! It was Montero!" She exclaimed.

“Then my name would be last. Just tagged onto the end of yours like an afterthought. I don’t like it.” “No? Okay then…” Trying to distract him, Akari pretended to give the matter more thought. “By the way your last name, Cameron, is an awfully human-sounding name.” “Cameron? Oh yes. It’s my Mother's name.” “Beatrice? Her full name was Beatrice Cameron?” “Yes. Why do you ask?”