Never Knew Her Name Novels & Stories

I knew he lived close to them and saw them a lot. Now she dared look at Taylor. ‘They didn’t know who I was.’ I suppose that’s understandable, seeing as they’d never met you.’ 'No'—I mean they didn’t know about me. My dad had never told them they had a sister.’

Somethin important must have come up. Sometimes I can't believe that I had the chance to meet such a creature, so beautiful and intelligent. Before I met her, I thought I’d be afraid of such a beast just as others are. Most men, whether they admit it or not are. And yet I found that I’m not afraid of her. Not at all. Instead, I find myself wanting to know more about her. Though we've spent quite some time together much to my disappointment her name is still unknown to me. That has been weighing on my mind for quite some time now. What could her name be?

Since he knew her name, she did not wrongly identify the young man. “How are you…” Lily was so shocked that she hardly knew what to say.

The only thing was that she was afraid of me. My mate. I didn't know how I would let this woman know that I wasn't as dangerous as I look. Then I remembered that I didn't know her name. She hasn't told me her name but she knew mine. “What's your name?" I asked her. She looked at me shocked that I didn't know her name. “You don't know my name?" She asked. “I don't remember you telling me," I replied calmly. The way she reacted was like, my magic should have told me her name. She's such a silly woman.

It falls out of my mouth thoughtlessly, my inner voice speaking out, and his head shoots up to look at me with a frown. “Who’s Tia?” He asks impulsively, and I close my eyes at him, saying her name. Hating how it sounds on his lips. A name I never told him, never uttered to a single soul. He never knew about it because I’ve never dared to say it out loud since the moment I let her leave my body. He said we didn’t name her, but he didn’t know.

“Not even a picture. I don’t know what she looked like or anything about her.” I glanced up at him, his expression remained clear but curious. “My father… he never talked about her. Her name was never mentioned in the house. It was like she never existed.” I let out a small, bitter laugh. “I used to wonder if she was even real or if I just came into this world on my own somehow.”

"Can you tell me exactly what happened to her?" "I don't really know much." She said after staring at the picture for so long, she shook her head as she met my gaze. "I really don't know much about her. Not even her name." I nodded my head with a deep sigh. It was normal for her not to know my sister's name since they didn't meet in a situation where exchanging names was the best option for any of them.

"She's not old. I think she'll be somewhat... in your age. She's doing her internship here." I asked, "What's her name?" "Wendy." I asked again, "Wendy?" Wendy? Did she say, Wendy? Could it be like that? I took out my phone and with the help of the camera, I zoomed her face. I asked while zooming, "What's her last name?" "Heyworth. Wendy Heyworth." Did she say 'Heyworth'? I saw her face. It is Wendy!!! Not again a Heyworth!

She could sense everyone's eyes on her but she didn't give a damn. Her stomach twisted into knots and she held onto it as her shoulders shook from her loud guffaws. Denzel pressed his lips together and walked over to place a shaky hand on her shoulder, however, she shifted out of his reach as she hiccuped another chortle. "Forever in our hearts? Baby Montgomery? I couldn't even name my daughter. Hear that?" She waggled her index finger at Kai, Maverick, Mya, and the rest of the pack that surrounded the field behind the pack house before settling on Denzel. "I couldn't name her. She's six feet beneath the ground. Nameless." Cinnia scoffed and shook her head.

I tried to make sense out of what I was saying myself. “So, what are you doing here?” She asked me without looking at my face. “I had business here and I remember her telling me that her child was here. So I wanted to say hi.” I don't know why I am explaining myself to a seven year old but I had a feeling that I had to. She's no ordinary child. She's my child. “Okay. What's your name?” What should I tell her? Surname or name? I knew that she'll definitely tell her mother about it when she got home. And the whole plan I had will go down the drain.