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Liam said. Kimberly stood In Front of him, looking him in the eyes as she said, "Hmm, really? Well, I don't believe you… Lana told me, Liam Danvers." Liam sighed disappointedly, he shouldn't have told Lana his last name, because at this rate, everyone might find out about him. "Alright fine, my last name is Danvers… but you knew that." "Yep." "But, don't tell anyone about this." Liam said, sternly.

Hello all. This is the end of the story about Zara and Aiden. They had a bumpy road but found their happy ever after in the end. Thank you for following the book and for your patience. Hugs from me

Dexter's entire body went rigid as he stared at those words. Wesley's fiancee's last name was Vance. My last name was Vance too. Brianna saw the comment too. Back in her dorm, she let out a scream of pure despair. "Why? Why can't I ever measure up to her?" The noise woke people on the same floor. Someone rolled over and cursed. "What is wrong with you? It's the middle of the night. Let people sleep!"

A few of the other guys are even laughing at the ridiculousness of the story. Camden, Mikal, Luke, Burton, and I are in our room and are searching through a ton of new shit that we have found to see if any of it is useful. We did find that there were two of the grandsons of the Carriano family who seemed to be close to James or at least his wife. One, in particular, was always around when the two older boys were younger. The Carriano name died when his mother married. She was the last one with that name. Her son’s last names were Prestin. I swear that last name is familiar. I have definitely heard that last name before. “Burton where have we heard that last name before?” I ask.

Valeria, who was generally patient, couldn't stand it anymore. Eventually, Vanya started asking about Shane more directly. Frustrated, Valeria told her to stop mentioning their family matters and referred to him as her brother-in-law. Vanya persisted, saying they were just cohabiting, and maybe one day they would divorce. Valeria, knowing about the family's financial situation, felt increasingly irritated.

She didn't know his last name. "Stacey, you do know his last name do you?" Benson asked, sounding irritated. Putting her head down in embarrassment, Stacey replied, "I don't know his last name, he never told me?" Stacey said a hint of disappointment in her voice, raising her gaze to look at her grandmother, she continued, "but his parents are dead, he told me that." Stacey said, raising her voice a little because she was confident about his parents being dead. "He told you his parents were dead, but he didn't tell you his last name?" Damian who was quiet asked, sounding irritated.

Thanks My final appreciation goes to the following set of persons. I want to sincerely appreciate my sweet mother Mrs Caroline for giving me all the time to concentrate and put the just concluded story together, Mum you are the best. I love you. I will never hesitate to thank my dad Dr. Dan Umoh and my siblings you guys gave me an enabling environment that helped me in completing the just concluded story "The Last Confessor". Thanks to you all. I want to also use this opportunity to appreciate my typist Gift I really appreciate you for your speed typing close to 2000 words dailly for me you have really helped me in putting my stories together, Gift I can't thank you enough, sincerely yo

Mrs Cole said and hurried out of Kayla's workshop. Royalties hide their last names in order to keep their identity, but not many people know that. Mrs Cole is so sure that Andrew in Dominic's school is the prince of King City, or why else wouldn't he have a last name? Who doesn't have a last name! "Damian" Mrs Cole called as she walked into his room. He was sitting on his bed, working on his laptop. "Mum," he said without raising his head. She sat on the bed beside him...

Soon I began to speak but no one answered except the noises of his colleagues' voices that only I could hear. A few moments later I heard a voice that was Troy's voice but it seemed like it was talking to someone else and not the phone call. I even compressed my ear to the phone so I could listen carefully to what they were talking about. Until I heard the woman's name in the conversation between Troy and his colleagues. I didn't hear much of the woman's name they mentioned in their conversation but I'm sure the woman's name starts with the letter H and the last one seems to be the letter Y. That was all I heard what they mention of the name.

“There’s my favourite manager.” Mused Jenny’s most favourite person in the world. Marc Stevenson was the brother Jenny never had. They met while being interviewed for positions at The Maze Café, the exclusive café belonging to Labyrinth Publishing House. It had been friendship at first sight. Marc strongly believed they must have been separated at birth. Jenny and Marc were both 23, both majoring in English writing and minoring in English literature. They both had wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, high cheek bones and soft plump pink lips. It had amazed Jenny how she had never run into Marc at university until she found out he was studying online and only visited the university to use the library