Last Names For Characters Novels & Stories

… Scratch that, I am a massive pushover but in my defence before you judge me, I prefer the arguments in my head, that way I am not offending anyone… right? After a long battle with our 1988 washing machine model and actually doing the laundry with such archaic machine, I head back inside for the trash. Meg my roommate is taking a shower and apparently getting all cleaned up for her 'Douche' at least that's what I call him in my head. His real name is Jack Darwin, I mean, his mama should've saved the strength and named him 'Jerk.' Jerk Darwin has a nice ring to it plus it would've been a great identification tag and would've saved countless ladies their time.

I’d be working as the PA for the CEO of Vittori Enterprises. Enzo and Niccolò’s last name were Vittori, something that neither of them had shared up until that point. It made sense though when Enzo pointed out that everyone treated them as their last name instead of as the people that they were. I could understand how difficult that’d be.

Harry grumbles. We all look at him. He doesn’t exactly have a southern accent. He sounds like he from Europe somewhere. He does have a darker complexion than the others. “What is your last name?” Raul asked. “My last name is Worthington, but my cousins are Byanca and Breayna.” Harry answers. The room goes silent. We don’t even need a last name to be said to know who those two are. The run the fucking Carolina’s, well them and the Molanaldi family. To be honest those two families are so fucking intertwined at this point they are one big fucking family.

It was the last small piece of hope I held for this world. This was the man I had loved, feared, and tried to understand. On his scale, my pain and his rug held the same weight. Morgan waved her hand. “Enough. Stop being an eyesore. “Go wash up. Do not let that poverty of yours touch my son.” I lowered my head and stepped back as if released from a sentence. As I walked toward the bathroom, I heard Morgan say behind me, “Daniel, these playthings are fine for amusement, but Ms. Weston is back for her break. You should meet her.”

" She said. "It's okay, I understand. Even I would have reacted the way that you did if the roles were reversed. I'll ask David to look into Robert. What's his last name?" He asked. Ember scratched her head trying to remember Robert's last name. "OH yes, his last name is Smith. You know I almost said that it was Jones." She said. Axle laughed. "I can't say that I am surprised." He said. "And what is that supposed to mean?" She asked, hitting him with one of the pillows. Axle just laughed. "What's so funny?" She asked, hitting him again with the pillow.

Then she found a printed note behind one of the girls. [Ms. Renee, I'm sorry to have to write you a note like this. I wanted to talk face-to-face, but you didn't want to, so I have to tell you this way. You're confused about your husband, Xander. He's not the same person as Nathan. Xander has the last name Zane, and Nathan has the last name Hart. They got their last names from different grandparents. Why did you think they were the same person?] Abigail was angry when she read this. 'These sneaky people hide in the shadows, do nasty things, and don't even dare to show their faces,' she thought. She did not know if the person hiding could hear her, but she had to say something to tell everyon

Everyone stared at him. "It started as a secret alliance." Edward shouted, "Be quiet!" Richard ignored him. "After the civil unrest decades ago, four powerful men promised to protect the country from collapsing." Oliver slowly lowered his head. "My father..." Richard nodded. "Samuel Moretti." He looked toward Edward. "Edward Carter." Then he looked at the empty chair beside the table. "Richard Holloway." Finally, he pointed toward the fourth chair. "And Michael Parker." Emma froze. The room became silent.

"You didn't tell me you were the Thea Hart. Your family like one of the richest families in the whole world." "Don't start with me." I sighed. "Im just Thea. Don't start treating me differently just because of my last name." I hoped she'd understand and thankfully, when she nodded, I knew she understood. "I understand what it's like. But, you see Cain over there?" I nodded, waiting for her to continue speaking as Cain stared right at me. "His last name is Hayes."

"Mom, Dad. I'm leaving. Tommy's death is a burden I can never put down. I have no right to stay here, no right to face you, and no right to face Tommy. I'm going somewhere no one knows me, and I'll spend the rest of my life living with what I've done. Please take care of yourselves. I'm sorry." Mom's hand jerked violently, and the note slipped from her fingers to the floor. "Talia... Talia's gone..."

Irene After breakfast, they don’t let me lift a finger. Cassian gathers the tray, Rowan teases that I’ll grow spoiled, and Kevin just hums as he sets things back in order. Elias is the one who says, “There’s something we should show you.” I hesitate. “What is it?” He glances at the others. “The last room of the last woman in our pack. It hasn’t been touched for over a hundred years.” The words sink into me like cold water. Still, I nod. “Show me.”