Namesake Novels & Stories

Duty, she really hoped that Shin would want to stay with her even if only for a few days. Shin was touched. This was the first time she had met someone as kind as Mrs. Duty. "Oh yeah, I don't know what your name is, beautiful girl," asked Mrs. Duty. "Err — Shin, my name is Shin." Mrs. Duty surprised. In fact, she even vomited the food that had entered his mouth. "Shin?" repeated Mrs. Duty made sure that what she heard was not wrong. "Yeah. So why?" replied Shin, not understanding Mrs. Duty's response, which Shin thought was exaggerated. Is that the name 'Shin' so bad that Mrs. Duty was surprised like that? Shin thought.

A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it. "Fuck! What a bastard," I muttered under my breath, trying to pull myself together. After I moved into this apartment, I became an assassin, it's much easier than being a mafia princess, and I can kill all the mother fuckers I want and get paid for it. Unfortunately, now, I have to kill my husband, the world is playing tricks on me! Nobody in Italy knows he's my husband since I go by the name Cassandra Knight again. It hurt too much to keep the last name Russo, and it reminded me of all the good times we had and the bad times.

I know she is probably just passing through, but I am not about to let her leave now that I have her. A realization hits me, and I feel like a total idiot. Here I am having a full conversation about marking her and I don’t even know her name. “What’s your name?” I ask her. “Oh, awkward” She sings as she pulls away from me. Her cheeks blushing. “No, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just realize I didn’t know it” I tell her grabbing her tiny waist pulling her back close to me. “Hannah”, she says cocking her head to the side, and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Hannah,” I say pulling my hand from behind her back to shake her hand, “I’m Gabriel, but you can call me Babe, I mean Gabe”. She

Klein's signature exuded sophistication, mirroring the man himself. "Maximilian International Incorporation. MMII, 2002," she murmured, a soft chuckle escaping her lips at the unconventional company name. Despite her amusement, she couldn't help but admire Klein's bold choice to incorporate his first name into the brand. "Who names their company after their first name? Well, it does have a nice ring to it," she pondered aloud, contemplating the significance of using one's name as a brand. While traditional conventions might suggest using a surname for legacy, Evangeline found herself intrigued by Klein's uniqueness from the norm, recognizing the allure of personal branding in the competitive

“I hold no grudges.” “What’s your name?” “Kailani.” “This is the first time I’ve heard that name. What culture is it from?” he asked curiously, stealing glances at her. “It’s Hawaiian. It’s not uncommon. I’ve met at least three other people with the same name.” “Still, it’s unique. But I can’t call you Kailani in full. Can I call you Kayla instead?” “No. You don’t have the right to rename me.” “You should be happy I’m giving you a nickname.”

“Fine. Thank you, mister.” “Now get back to class,” I say. Kian pauses. “What’s your name?” The answer is on my tongue. “Mister…” “Mister R,” Mackenzie cuts in smoothly. Hania wrinkles her nose. “That’s a weird name.” They laugh and run off. I watch them disappear into the building. Mackenzie steps closer. “You know you can’t give them your real name since the names of investors aren’t out to the general public yet.” “I know,” I say.

"Yes, there are no medical related firms on this name. But there is a travels in this name. Dheeksha's dad's travels." "No, Yash. You are wrong. Their travels office name is R&D Travels. R for Raajiv and D for Dheeksha." Shia said, correcting me. "Right. They made a little change in that name. They made R into B. They made the & symbol into S. And D stayed D. B for Benjamin, S for Sheila, D for Devaki. They are the criminals who planned attacks on us. They are the ones who have been involved!" I finished the puzzle.

He was glad she approved. “By the way, what sort of name is Day? Ouuu, please tell me that you have a twin named Night?” Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous light and Daykan was intrigued to see this side of her. “Ha-ha, very funny. It’s an ancient name from a practically forgotten language. My full name is Daykan Greystone.” “Wow, pretty fancy. Nice to meet you Daykan.” “You too Naomi. Now if you would follow me, I’ll take you to Susan so you can fill out the membership form.”

“What’s the name of the hospital? — The question came out almost automatically, my mind already planning what to do next. The silence that followed was awkward. Everyone in the room stared at me in surprise. Axel, Anton, Anneliese, and Pietra were visibly confused by my sudden interest in this girl who, theoretically, was just a stranger to me. I could feel Axel’s sharp gaze on me as if he were trying to figure out what was going on. Anneliese blinked a few times before finally answering: “It’s General Hospital, if I’m not mistaken.” She spoke carefully as if wondering why, exactly, I was so interested.

“May I?” Mara beamed, handing her son to me. He was adorable, with Mara’s features shining through. It was amusing—her son looked just like her, while Tanya was all Andrew. “What’s his name again?” I asked, feeling a little embarrassed. Mara had told me, but with work and everything else, I’d forgotten. “Zane. Zane Maru Ottave,” she replied. James Maru, Andrew Maru, and now Zane Maru. I raised an eyebrow. “What’s with the name Maru? Are you guys trying to make it a family brand or something?”