Novel & Cerita Nameless Ark

" His eyes sparkled. “Trust me, you'll like it. Nav studied Kat's face closely. Would she agree? he had stayed disappointed that she had fled at night, but would certainly persist. That's why I chose the name Dhiraj for today's role. It meant "patience". When he saw that blond guy with his hand on her shoulder, he wished he'd picked a name. more vigorous. He wanted to tear the character apart and say that Kat was his. what she doesn't it was. Yet. Now, he was impatient to be alone with her, continue his flirtation and get her over it. your hesitation. “Just come and have a look. — Would you like to play a board game in one of those little compartments?

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

"You never did know my real name did you?" The tears started to fall down Kevin's face as his tongue was too swollen to say his final words. All he could do was listen as this stranger spoke. "Niamh, or Nia as her parents call her, will end the war you and that bastard started all those centuries ago. I only wish Veronica hadn't ended her life before we discovered your true intentions of using us." The woman walked to the bed leaning in before adding. "Natalie by the way. And I will end this war beginning with your death. Hopefully, you feel at least half the pain Veronica felt by your betrayal. Enjoy death you bastard because this chemical will prevent you from entering any other soul ever

Ares said. I didn't understand them and wanted to. "Who are you?" he asked me. I lowered my head sadly, wishing he had asked me another question, for I knew not who I was. "Can I have your name, please?" Ares begged me. I continued to lower my head in shame, not wanting to tell him I had no name, for I was a wolf without a name. "We both share a wondrous feeling and not having your name will somehow kill me," Ares continued to beg me.

Ark was being non-responsive, which irked me even more. The moment we entered our pack borders, Ark woke from his state of ignoring me…. ‘Home…’ Came his only words. I swear some days, he could be like a grumpy old man… ‘Welcome the fuck back!’ I state annoyed… ‘I don’t like her… she is not my Mate’ he growls. ‘No shit Ark! Your mate… Our Mate… is dead, so we kind of have to make something else work.’ ‘Not her!’ ‘We’ll see.’ I shut him off, forcing him to the back of my mind. I’m pissed at his behaviour and lack of presence.

A name. Sakava.

“Your mate will be okay, Arkyn.” “Blue!” He snapped. “My name is fucking Blue.” “But we all know that's not your real name.” Da Ankora walked around his desk to stand in his face. “That was a name you chose when you absconded from your throne and escaped to the human world.” He was fearless. Staring into Blue's eyes without flinching. “That name won't follow you when you decide to return to your thrones, my kings.”

I knew his jesting was a reflection of his deep-rooted love and concern for our family, a sentiment that he expressed in his own unique way. "Anyway, what's the name of my handsome nephew?" I responded with a soft smile, feeling a surge of maternal pride and joy as I watched my family dote on my precious child. "Noah... Noah Arkanghel is his name," I declared proudly, the significance of the name resonating with a sense of hope and promise for the future. As I uttered the name, I felt a profound sense of purpose and determination, knowing that my son would carry on his journey with a name imbued with strength, resilience, and unwavering faith.

He backed out of the parking spot and drove off. “What’s her name?’ Njar asked quietly from the front seat. “523.” Arkyn growled, her arm flopping to the side exposing the blister and red numbers burned into her arm. “523…what kind of name is that?” Njar asked, confused. “It’s not a name, it's her brand.” Arkyn growled, the image of her standing in his room and blurting out the number made sense now. “Her brand?” Njar asked, still not following.