Never Knew Her Name Novels & Stories

It was as if she had made a mistake by calling me by name. The girl, who I barely knew, somehow knew my real name. It was strange because everyone around here only knew me as May. I had to find out how she knew."How do you know my name?" I asked, my voice filled with genuine curiosity. The girl's expression shifted, and she seemed taken aback by my question. It was clear that she hadn't expected me to ask the question. "Can you tell me where you heard my name? Because honestly, it's kind of freaking me out."

Before I could ask why, he claimed he needed the bathroom and disappeared. When someone liked another person, it showed in the small details. When they did not, that showed too. Thinking about all of that, I shook my head and reluctantly refused. “Maybe not…” The doorbell rang at that moment. I took the chance to escape and hurried to answer the door. A girl I had never seen before stood outside. Her hands were hidden behind her back, and she smiled brightly at me. “Hi. I am looking for Elias.” I froze. [Ahhh, it's our female lead baby!]

NOAH'S POV I knew she was going to be there. That was the thing I kept coming back to afterward — I had known, and I had gone anyway, and everything that followed was a consequence of that decision that I was going to have to live with for however long it took the memory of her face to stop doing what it was currently doing inside my chest.

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu

“People fear what they don’t understand. And that fear sometimes turns to anger.” My chest tightened. Because I knew exactly how she felt. An outcast. A freak. I settled into a chair, breathing for the first time. “I get you.” I mumbled, mostly to myself. Then I glanced at her. “What’s your name?” Her shoulders dropped. “That’s the thing.” She whispered, almost sadly. “I remember flashes of my life. But I don’t know who I am.”

Immediately I knew she understood exactly who I meant. The children. Our children. My heart started beating faster. For five years I had survived on photographs. On news articles. On stories people accidentally mentioned. I knew their names. Knew their birthdays. Knew their schools. Knew their favorite sports. But I had never seen them. Not once. “Jacob.” The way she said my name made me focus completely on her. I looked deeper into her eyes. She stared at me for several seconds. Long enough for my stomach to twist itself into knots. Then something unexpected happened. Her expression softened.

She was alone. And she didn't know if she would ever let him back in.

My legs wouldn't move. "She's five years old " he said. "Shes been alive for five years. I've never seen her. Not once. Do you know what that feels like? To have a child there somewhere who doesn't even know your name?" "She doesn't know your name because you didn't want to be known " I said. "You walked away. You chose Selena. You chose yourself. You never once asked about her. Not once." His jaw tightened. "I didn't know."

How does she know my name? She came to me removing all the space between us. "How are you?" She took my cheeks in between her palms while I was looking at her in confusion. I don't know her. I moved her hands away from my cheek. "Excuse me... How do you know me?" "How can't I know my sister?" "Sister?" My eyes became wide. As far as my memory is concerned I don't know have any sister. "What.. what are you saying? I don't have any siblings. I am the single child of my parents"

She taught me many things like colors, shapes, and numbers. She's the reason I know about school and what friends are. At that time I was so confused about why I couldn't do the things she did but I soon found out that dumb whores aren't allowed to be smart or have friends. Unfortunately, she moved away and that was the last of my teachings along with my first and last friend.