Private Story Name Novels & Stories

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Of the silence that followed a life lived at full burn. "I do. Even now." She laid the journal flat on her lap and opened it. Inside, her scrawl was uneven, still forming. But it was passionate. Fierce. "I want to write a story about us." "Us?" "Yes. About you, Mama, me... even Nonno Lorenzo." He smiled. "And what will you call it?" She looked up at him. Eyes blazing. Not with fire. But with something far more dangerous: Hope. "I'll call it: The Name That Remembered."

No, no need to read the first one to understand this one, but probably some details will make sense if read in order. The other story - I am not sure if I will publish it here, but it can be found on another app - free - I.N.K.I.T.T - A pack of Rain and Pain. This story should change the name to - A Pack of Ashes and Hope - but on this app will maintain the same name. I am sorry for the delays, but the story will be completed. Have a great time everyone

For just a moment, the girl's eyes widen, and she stares at me intently. "Really?" She asks, now studying me more closely. "What's your name?" "Ashling," I answer. "Ashling what?" she asks. "Ashling Shields," I reply. Why is she quizzing me like this? "And you live around here? You're from Portland?" she asks, flicking her eyes around my outfit, like she's looking for a flaw or a clue. "Um yeah..." I answer. "Why?" "This is your first Fable concert?" she asks, ignoring my question.

"Okay, you can open them." Zoey opens her eyes and gasps, looking at me. "Did you do this for me?" She asks. I nod my head. "Yep. I bought it shortly after you left last summer." She smiles, looking at the sign again. "And you named it Zoey's?" I smile. "Yes, I did." "Uncle Shane!" She squeals, jumping into my arms. "Thank you so much!" I laugh. "You're welcome princess. Are-?"

Do you understand? Evelyn trembled slightly as she stared at the staggering amount written on the document. She had no intention of ever showing up in his life again. Not in this lifetime. Not in the next. So, without hesitation, she picked up the pen and signed her name in one swift motion. Only then did Caroline finally relax. She put away the contract and stood up, giving a final reminder. "I'm giving you two weeks. You can change your name, leave the country, or do whatever you want. Just make sure Matteo never sees you again."

Neither one of us cared that I was dirty and smelly from two weeks of travel. "We can name her whatever you want love. I don't care." "What have you been calling her? You have been with her for a few days. You must have been calling her something." "I've just been calling her 'Princess'. But she needs a true name," I thought hard as I studied her round features. The baby girl blinked her eyes and smiled at her new mother and father. I was once again baffled by the brightness of her blue eyes. "ISLA." "What?" Hilda turned her head to give me a strange look.

“Move out of my way. I have work to do” “Would you please tell me’’ Keith blocked Martina’s way and insisted her to answer. “Where is my favorite meal? I thought you’d bring something from outside that’s why I didn’t prepare dinner for today.” Martina shouted and moved Keith from her way “But what made you think that I'll bring dinner today?” “This gold chain!” She held the shiny chain in her hand angrily. “I haven't received my salary yet. This is just a gift that I bought for you from my savings. I don’t have any money I promise.”

His whole demeanor is dripping sex, and dude hasn’t even gotten started. “Whoa,” I say. He cocks his head, his hands starting to unbutton his vest. “Tell me your name, pretty.” “Um,” I say, watching as he peels the vest off and swivels his hips. “Don’t you want to tell me?” he coos. Okay, he’s good. “Gabriel.” “Gabriel,” he repeats, and the way he says it almost turns me on. I shake my head and focus.

I want to ask. "Anything hehe!" Their faces show that they are excited. "Hmm, do you want an English story?" I asked and they just nodded. "Okay, its title is Prince Ariel." I started talking to her. _ "Is the story okay?" "Is that all? Do you have another story hehe?" Said the boy in the middle. "We still want to listen." One promised. my god, I think I'm going to run out of saliva from what I'm talking about.