Name And I Or Name And Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Together.” ##########

I replied and turned towards him. "Oh ok! First, I just want to say I missed you so much Nav..." he started saying but stopped himself from saying my name. "It's ok! You can say my name." I said, nodding my head. Because for the past one week, I just talked to myself saying that I am Navya, and no one can change it no matter what. I think that self-talk and also Mom's talk is all I needed not to flinch at my own name. Now I am completely ok in hearing my name, but I just hope he doesn't think about her.

“Now I nееd you to dо ѕоmеthіng . . .” “Anуthіng.” In thаt moment I bеlіеvеd hе trulу would. “I nееd you tо take mе uрѕtаіrѕ аnd make mе fоrgеt mу оwn name.” I felt mоvеmеnt in hіѕ jеаnѕ. I lоvеd іt whеn my wоrdѕ hаd thе intended іmрасt.

"I hope you had a good day, baby," "I definitely did, thank to you," I lay my head on his shoulder, snuggling into his side as he placed his arm around my shoulder. "And what's with the pet name all of a sudden?" "It sort of just came out naturally," he shrugged his shoulders. "If you don't like it, then I'll stop." "I like it," I simply replied, deciding to change up our position so that I was now straddling him as casually as possible. "Ok," he grinned cutely, "then 'baby' it is."

“I know it’s strange, but I’d like it if you called me Alex, instead of Alexander. It just feels… more personal, you know?” I stared at him for a moment, my mind spinning. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the idea—I didn’t know why, but it felt oddly intimate. The name *Alexander* had always seemed so formal, so distant, a name belonging to someone powerful, unreachable. But *Alex*... Alex felt different. It felt closer, warmer, as though I were seeing a different side of him, one that wasn’t tied to the weight of his status or wealth.

Everyone stood up in respect and he could see how confused and surprised she was because she didn't know who he was actually and she heard his name for the first time ever. And it kept ranging in her ears loudly"Bernard Anworth"And he had no intention of disclosing it anytime soon. He said a few words regarding the topic and ended the speech by saying, "just remember you came alone, you'll live alone and you'll die alone. Don't trust anybody more than yourself. Be your own best friend and your own worst enemy to keep the balance of life.

Life for me. ***

“Can you get access to this place, kid? I see that you seem quite talented in this area too, have you worked in this field before?” The figure of a middle-aged man met me, I just nodded. And what makes me curious about them is because they never say what their names are. In fact, they only communicate with each other by code. I don't know what caused it, but it was quite difficult for me because I had to call all of them—who I thought were older than me—sir. Imagine if there were some middle-aged men, and I called them sir, then everyone would turn and look at me. That's not good either.

For both him and for me. ‎

A name I recognized. A name that explained everything.