Name Novels & Stories

Dale grew anxious. "Well, one day I tried to go fishing for my hungry brother, I had a great catch." She stopped smiling and indicated the size of the creature she had caught. "It was a very big catfish, a rare one of its kind. It was so big that I fell into the river whilst trying to pull it out the river. Some good fishermen found me and saved me. Yes good Fishermen saved me, and gave me a name "martin pescatore" meaning "the kingfisher." The news went to my dad and he did the unexpected." She paused and the two wiped off their tears in unison.

He said with a cute smile. The guard had brown hair, green eyes, and was adorable. He wa also handsome. "My name is Millie, I am hoping to get a job here as a housekeeper."" I said shaking his hand. "Interesting, my name is Martin. Maybe Ill be guarding you i you get the job." He said smiling. "Yeah maybe." I said smiling and giggling a bit nervously. "How bout I walk you to the office since you look like you need protection." He said placing his hand on my upper back guiding me to the other side of the hall. "What's going on?" I asked. Before I could get an answer. I saw him. The cannibal patient, although at the time I did not

Even though I am from a Beta background I still wasn't picked to train early as like I said I was weak compared to the rest of my family. So like everyone else like me we went through training at eighteen. So this time next week would be my first training session and I wasn't looking forward getting my arse kicked on the first day. Lisa and Benji was at least going to be training with me, so hopefully I will get paired with one of them and I won't be so severely beaten. my phone dings with a new message " You excited for your birthday tomorrow Rory?" I roll my eyes at the nickname she always uses my full name is Aurora, but her,

A shadow. It had come to him through an encrypted message on a burner phone—a name he hadn’t heard in years, yet one that still sent a chill down his spine. It was a name that had been whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld, spoken with a mix of fear and reverence. A name that had once belonged to a friend, but had since become synonymous with death. **Kade.**

Shit! “Ok, Sweetheart. What's your name?” She gives me a small smile and I'm grateful she's let my dockish behaviour slide. “My name is Aria.” Aria… the name suits her, it's beautiful just like her. “It's nice to meet you, Aria. My name is Robbie and I'm a warrior here.” she nods her head while still keeping that smile on her face while I prepare myself for my next question. The most important one. “How old are you, Aria.”

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

Alessandro: The narwhal. Me: No. Want to have the honor of naming him? Alessandro: Me? He's yours. Me: He was technically yours first. Alessandro: Told you I don't care for such nonsense. Me: Ouch. He's sitting right on my lap, you know, and read everything. He's hurt. He sends me a laughing emoji. Alessandro: How about Bob? Me: Do you seriously want to name this adorable thing Bob? Alessandro: Bill?

My flavour said. "Who is she? I asked. "My teacher. She's my teacher." "Really? What's your name? "I'm Monalisa." "Mona-li-sa, perfect. Such beautiful and soft name for a soft angel." I smiled at her and she blushed. "Not so sir. Welcome to our school's little festival." "I'm glad I made it. I can't what I almost missed out on if I had stayed back at home. I'm glad I made it. I'm Jayden James Bruno, the CEO Bruno business empire. I'm glad to meet you, pretty one"

So, I would lie to my best friend for now in the hopes that soon I could tell her everything. “And?” she pressed. “Name? Date of birth? Social security number? Birthmarks and tattoos?” She grinned and waggled her eyebrows. I laughed at her absurdity, and it felt good. “His name?” I felt the blood leech out of my face. My mind raced to come up with something when Nathan’s middle name popped up. I remembered seeing it on some of his access paperwork. “Christopher, his name is Christopher.” “Was he at the club the other night?”

He murmurs his account number and I key in the information he’s given on my computer. “Now can I have your full name, please?” I say, sounding businesslike. “It’s Shawn Mendes.” I stop abruptly. I cock my eyebrows. “Oh?” He laughs. “Nah. It’s Peter Carl WakaWaka,” “Eh eh?” “Huh?” He sounds so confused. I slump on my chair. “Nothing. Well, Mr. WakaWaka, you have $1 on your account.” “Damn.” “Is there anything else I can help you with?”