Namesake Novels & Stories

This was the same woman who had chosen me—years ago—because of my powerful bloodline. And now… I wasn’t good enough? I let out a cold laugh. I had never touched a drink. I had no vices. But to them, I had never been “feminine” enough. “So what if she’s your Luna?” Luke’s father added. His tone was filled with disdain. “You can still break the bond. Doris is solid. Much better than that good-for-nothing Alice, who only knows how to do paperwork.” Seven years ago, they had chosen me for my lineage, my capabilities, my loyalty.

"The place on the hill?" "Yes." "Who's this, Tom is this you-you asshole? I don't have time to play games...." "Hey, I don't know who the fuck Tom is, but I'm sitting outside the gate. I wanna see this place today." "Oh-oh sorry sir, so sorry. I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes. What's your name?" "Kyle Clancy." 'Clancy, you any relation to old man Clancy?" "I guess." He hung up the phone before the man could ask him his life story.

I respond. “I like those names a lot. I think you did it, my little sprite. Those are the perfect first and middle names for our little man.” Kaden tells me. I smile at him. I am glad he likes the names. I really put some thought into those names. I have always liked the name, Colton. I am sure Brent’s younger brother will puff up since I am using his name. He had nothing to do with them I picked that name. Riley is another name I always liked, so I figured, why not combine the two?

she said and continued savoring her creamy and cheesy chicken pie. “How about the name?” Her heart rate was erratic as Claire took a moment to remember. He was the only lead she has left to regain her hazy memories from the accident. “Elian? Ellery? Right, Elliot Sphene.” “I hope that’s not a fake name either.” “Hey! He seems polite and not the type to lie their way out.” “Right, not everybody is like me,” Ava said, rolling her eyes. When she saw Claire purse her lips from across her, she smiled. “It’s a force of habit, okay? I’m working on it. Now we can enjoy our lunch.”

"I am sorry, sir. It is still the same result. There is no one with the name Selene Wolfsbane on our record." It was when that name rolled out of her mouth that I realized I had messed up. The name should have been Camilla Smith, instead of Selene Wolfsbane. "Apologies, Miss. I mixed the names up. It's Camilla Smith and not Selene Wolfsbane. Can you please check with the correct name this time around?" I begged, apologizing for the inconvenience. "It's fine, sir. I will just check again." She went back to her system, typed the name and pressed the enter button.

What I didn't expect is for him to return the greeting with a smile on his face. "Hey there. Dave, right?" He asks, and Dave looks back at me in surprise. I'm quick to look away, staring down at my shoes as I cuss under my breath. How the hell does he know his name? I don't think I've ever mentioned it before him, right? Or have I? Nonetheless, this is so awkward. "Right. Sinclair. " Dave responds. What's happening here? "Alright, I'll see you around then. " Sinclair pats his shoulder, glancing back at me briefly before walking through the door, and I turn my attention back to Dave.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

“Why would that be odd?” “Because usually, companies don't charge people this way. Or change their names this often.” “How do you know it’s the same place? What if it’s just a random pattern?” “That’s what I thought at first. Until I talked to you yesterday. You see, one of the names of the company was Madaanson.” Alessa smiled. “What an idiot he is. Mada is Adam spelled backwards and Anson is the tail end of his last name.” “I wouldn’t have guessed it if Aspen hadn’t figured out the name. Which is what I told her when I convinced her to hold a press conference with me. “ Kyle said.

Annalise carried herself with effortless confidence, though the request clearly displeased her. She was an internationally known designer, someone whose reputation did not belong on the same scale as a minor figure like L. Her mouth curled in a poised, elegant smile, her tone loose and almost lazy. "Mr. Johansen, you really underestimate me. A little designer like L isn't qualified to be compared to me. Give me one month. I'll put together a marketing plan that forces her company to fold and withdraw from the market."

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.