Nama Asli Jay Novels & Stories

I accepted his hand. A smile formed on his face. “You are welcome, buddy. I'm Jayden, but they call me god of the jungle here.” He said. “Now I see why I liked you at first sight; our names both start with the letter J.” He smiled. “I just hope yours doesn't stand for jail like my own, because the time I spent in jail is much compared to the one I spent free.” He added. My mouth opened widely, but no words came out of it.

"I don't know what direction I walked I'm sorry." “ It's okay buddy we will walk this way for a little and see if we find your family.” “Thank you I was so scared my name is Jayden, but my friends call me Jay. You can call me Jay too if you want too.” Hello Jay, my name is Lilly I was glad to help you, but we still need to find your family first. “It's only my dad and me, my mom died when I was born.” “Oh buddy, I'm so sorry.”

Dita and Dew had lunch with the cafeteria waiters. Jay sighed looking at the biodata of people who had just joined Jay Entertainment's agency. Jay also guessed who would approach him. The sound of the door knocking distracted Jay. "Please come in."Jay let someone in. Jay frowned. He didn't know the two people in front of him. Maybe a new kid. That's what Jay thought. "What's the matter with me?"Jay asked straight to the point. "First, we will introduce ourselves. I am Naufal and my friend named Naura."Jay nodded in understanding.

That had been his actual response to his friend that fateful day. That was also the day she was beginning to put all the hints she had been given together that her boss could perhaps liked her. "What does Jayce mean?" Joyce spat. She remembered that was what he called them, or perhaps James, when he was approaching them. "Oh,that? It's J-A-Y-C-E. J-A is from James while the Y-C -E is from Joyce. Sounds cool, right?" Dami was a chubby man of James's age, but physically, one would think he was James' father. He had a very laughable physique.

"I know it's a weird name. My mom used to love traveling and came across this name while she was traveling around Asia. She died after my birth due to postpartum complications. Since it was her wish, my dad named me Vian, it means knowledge or full of life." I guess this name suits him. he is obviously full of life. "I am so sorry. I didn't think it was weird it's... It's so unique and different and it suits you." I said with a friendly smile. "You know you are the first person who said my name is unique." He said smiling back. And then we both looked at Jay who is eating like no one is with him. Vian nudged him and signaled him to talk. "My name is Jay." He said firmly and went back to eati

Syila sneered, “Just add Abang at once, so you become a motorcycle taxi driver which called 'Ojek'. Abang Ojek.” Jake immediately quickened his pace so they could walk together, his head lowered slightly so his lips were level with Syila's ear, who was standing next to him. “Dare to say that again, and be prepared if I torture you, Syil.” Syila turned her head towards Jake who she believed was staring at her intently. “So, what should I call you? Jaguar? Jagung bakar?” That's mean roasted corn in Indonesian. Syila flinched when she felt Jake's arms wrap around her waist. “You're so loud, aren't you? How dare you give me such a strange nickname?”

“You didn't ask for it but we tied her to a chair. That's how you like your victims, so I did it that way. She's crying and begging for help.” More bliss. More than just bliss. I stood in the room for a short while. “What's your name?” After a short while of thinking, I asked with a sigh that escaped my mouth. “Tell me your name before we begin.” “Jay—” She replied. Jay? “Are you a transgender?” “No, not at all.” She looked around the room. “I'm a lady. I was born a woman. My real name is Jane. They call me Jay outside my work and at work. Janet for full, Jay for short, sir.”

I moved closer to her and slowly sat down facing her. "What is your name?" I asked looking into her emerald eyes. "My name is Jaya," she replied. "That's an unusual name. I have never heard it before but I like the sound of it. If I may ask, is it a nickname?" I asked. "No, it's not a nickname. It's my real name. My first name to be precise," she replied. "I see. I love your name and I think it suits you," I said with a smile.