Never Knew Her Name Novels & Stories

“Momm……………” Bernice stops as she hears singing from the room. “Hallelujah…..Hallelujah…..Halle….. Elizabeth? Is that you? Put on your scarf and come join me in prayers!” Her Mom said. Elizabeth is Izzy’s birth name but only her parents call her that. In fact, only a handful of people know her real name is Elizabeth. “Sure. Coming.” Izzy says dragging her feet to the room. Bernice tried to hold her laugh. “It has begun…….Elizabeth”

I walked away without knowing her name, without knowing anything about her. But I knew from this day forward, she would creep into my mind and into my heart for the rest of my life.

“Indie.” A single word. Her true name. The name she had not heard in years. It landed on her like a physical blow. She flinched, her body tensing. Her mind, already reeling from the past few hours, went completely blank. She stared at him, her lips parted, but no sound came out. “How… how do you know that name?” she finally managed to choke out, her voice barely a whisper. “How could you possibly know that name?”

Such pleasant, beautiful words, which I had never heard from anyone but Eric. His body shifted slightly, his muscles moving but he remained completely motionless. His expression was cold and gloomy, but not directed at me. “I'm right. I don't know her real name. But I never knew my real name, and that never stopped me from knowing who I was or what I wanted.”

It fit firmly in his hand, just like he could see in his thoughts. He went outside the village again, actually, there were some other people present who would greet him from time to time and he would respond, although their names were a mystery, some names appeared as a blurred image and hence he did not know names of them. And he also did not know what most of them did for a living.

She woke up still choking and gasping for air. Confused still seeing through patches of black. Her eyes were adjusting slowly, and suddenly she realized how bright it was, and she began to squint still not seeing clearly and unsure where she was. Emery, she heard a voice call. It wasn’t familiar to her. Then again Emery are you ok? As her eyes cleared and she looked over standing before her was a deer. How do you know my name she exclaimed? Know your name? Everyone knows your name. Why does everyone know my name? Not knowing your name would be like not knowing my own name. What does that mean, I don’t understand any of this just tell me what’s going on? Well, Emery, you are us, sweetheart. T

The kind I spent years waiting to see,something he never once gave me. And at that moment, I realized I already knew her name.

And she had tilted her head, just slightly, and smiled that small, puzzled smile, and said: should I know that name. I closed the laptop. There were two explanations. The first was that she genuinely didn't know who I was, which was possible but unlikely given the scale of the coverage my name generated in this country. The second was that she knew exactly who I was and had chosen, very deliberately, to perform not knowing, which raised a different and more interesting set of questions. I called my assistant and asked for everything on Sloane Vale, and then I sat at my desk and looked at the city through the floor-to-ceiling glass and let the feeling sit with me the way I let most things sit

She said she never knew her father and he must’ve been an incubus. We were all at a standstill and waiting on Luis to make a decision.

She often joked it was because she swallowed a frog as a child. “Zoe,” I called her name for the first time in yearsss. It felt strange in my mouth. Like the name of a weird stranger standing in a dark corner at night. How did I even still know that name? No one dared call that name beside me. No one uttered her name after her death. Not even her family. “I never knew this day would come,” she said and approached me. I tried to shift back but found my feet stuck to the ground. I looked around. Icelyn was here somewhere. We were meditating. She couldn't see Zoe. Not yet. Not now.