Moan My Name Novels & Stories

I gulped, running my hands through my hair as I turned around, ready to leave just as quietly as I had walked in until she did the thing that shocked me the most. She moaned my name. I paused, turning around and staring at her as she lifted her hips off the need once again. I must have heard wrong. I shook my head. I must have heard her wrong. It couldn’t have been my name. “Alaric,” she moaned again just as I was going to the door. I blinked. I didn’t hear her wrong. Nah this was real. She moaned my name. She was touching herself while thinking about me.

The thought of being right thrills as much as it terrifies me of what this might all mean. I join the band of misfits, but stay a distance off however, in case I change my mind or there's more trouble than I'm willing to compensate for. My turn comes relatively quickly and I find myself whispering a prayer to whatever deity decides to listen. "Name?" The gatekeeper barks at me, eyes straight ahead as if he doesn't care remotely what I look like. "A... Ammoy," I stammered out. "Last name, lady," "Carter,"

“Shut up, you skinny bitch! Can’t you see I’m moaning?! Moaning— Mooooooaning!” I yelled.

Still, I said, "so what? You had a front row in enjoying my breakup and now you are thinking of Stephanie's little sad love story?" "Nah. Besides, I know sad - That is not it. I am the guy whose name is Hawk Moose. I mean, when you are named after a bird and a deer, the least a boy could hope for is a cool middle name. But that one's actually worse - Gary. So, it is actually Hawk Gary Moose. Do you know what it feels like to wake up every day and think, jeez, why did my parents hate me so much? I share a name with Sponge bob's snail."

I eyed him, before taking my gaze away. "Hi everyone, my name is Moon." I said simply, and they all glanced at each other, mumbling things. I know they must be surprised to hear that, my name is kinda rare, never heard anyone else bearing same name as me, which makes me feel so special, and like a rare gem. "Moon?" Came the sweet voice again. I nodded, not sparing him a glance. I know he's shocked too, but I don't care what people think about my name, right?

“And thank you, but I’m old enough and a….” “Lunatic!” said Simon before Luna could finish what she wanted to say. “I beg your pardon?” asked Luna. “My name is Luna, but I’m not a lunatic.” “But that’s how you behave. Do you want me to leave you here? No phone, no car?” said Simon. “I don’t care if…” Luna said. “I’m going to take you home, whether you like it or not,” said Simon seriously. Simon raised his hand, and the waiter immediately approached their bills. Simon handed the money to the waiter, but Monica took it and returned it to Simon.

Old woman: What's your name young man? Chris: Christopher Hunt ma'am. Old woman: I'm Mallory Stevenson. You can call me Mell. Chris: Okay then you can call me Chris. Mallory: So, what's troubling you so much? If you would like to talk about it? Chris: Oh it's fine. But what do you mean? Mallory: It's written all over your face. I was shocked, she just read my face. Is it that's easy to read my face? Mallory: Is it about a girl?

I think what I needed was some company, all I needed was just a friend. "Okay, fine but you have to promise me that you will not mock me for what I am about to tell you." I say as we slowly walk. His hands remain intertwined with mine and he strolls beside me while sneaking glances at me. "I promise. Before you talk about any of that. I just realized that you never told me your name." Liam says with a questioning look. "Moon." I reply. "Very beautiful name. That was my mother's name." Liam says with a sad smile. The smile on his face makes me understand that his mother is probably no longer alive.

I close the bantam gap between us, standing under her graveling, tall demeanor, and I don’t even feel threatened at all as I set the record straight. “Listen and listen well because I will not repeat myself again, Tarah Mauricio. Do not, and I repeat, never should you call my daughter names ever again. Keep her name out of your rotten mouth. Accuse me of all sorts of nonsense and call me anything you want, but not my child. That is the first and last warning!” I state, my ears flashing with redness just like my eyes.

“And did it bother you when they tease you about your name?” “Hmmm, sometimes it did, but then I can't hate my name right?” “That's the spirit, who cares about people's opinion” I smiled at her “So when will you tell me yours?” “My name?” “Hmmm, I want to know your name too'’ “I don't think my name is important though but yeah I'm Deon Calign” “Why do I feel like it sounds familiar” “Nhhh it don't” I waved it off and finally stood up after gulping down my wine,