Put Respect On My Name Novels & Stories

I chuckled. “I'd rather keep Adder if I can.” she said, shaking her head. “You can do that. Now that we have all this information, we can get your name legally changed to whatever you like. And that’s what will go on payroll and be on your bank account and all your ids.” I shrugged. “I like Adder better.” she nodded.

Through the years Athier had become devilishly handsome, but that didn't douse my hatred for him. I trembled as I got near him holding the present in my hands. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. I didn't want to face him not after everything. I hadn't forgiven him yet. I don't think I could. I had to man up...woman up, I would see him frequently if we were in the same school. It was time to get used to it. I walked up to him and straightened my shoulders, "Mom, asked me to...to give this to you. Happy birthday. "I stuttered.

What happened to my confidence? 'Not sure, I suppose it's just a lingering doubt I won't be able to fulfil everyone's expectations, ' I replied in my head, the voice sighing and retreating. Speaking of, hearing her reminded me that I needed to give her a name... "What are you thinking about, Arte?" Ayame asked, massaging a homemade substance into my left forearm. "A name. I don't think I've ever named anything before," I admitted. She gave a hum of acknowledgement, her hands trailing down to my fingers and gently massaging each individual digit. "Names hold power. Make sure you really think about it," she told me.

Kathleen replied wittily. "Don't be so rushed on the preparation. Take your time and make them as perfect as possible. Make my money worth it," he said encouragingly. "So, is that a yes?" "I don't mind, Kathy. But I need to inform mom about it. She probably looking forward to seeing the news about you. She won't be able to catch up with your progress if she doesn't know your name." "Sure. Tell her then. By the way, I chose Kate Joell as my new name. I just wanted you to know first. Lucian will help me with the registration process."

Coman with the an open mind Penelope is speechless, why is this guy dismantling the platform. Bridget listened and looked at Penelope, "They're both married now. It's really not good to see things like this "I've already said that's a nickname" The nickname should be unique. Everyone can use the three words' Mr. Coman ', which can be said to be quite unconventional. Let's make a change Badaire Coman picked up the water glass and handed it to Penelope, saying, "It's not too late to get the certificate yesterday and start making changes from today

Maybe I wouldn’t have been the villain in my little sister’s love story. “So, ever since then, I made a solemn promise to myself to always include last names when addressing someone. I don't exactly regret not saying ‘Chris Hampton’ that night when Karina asked who I was looking at because, despite the fact that I refused to acknowledge it for the longest time, it made me realize a major part of my identity that I am so happy I discovered, but then again, that little mistake cost me my middle school experience and I vowed to never let that happen to me again. And that is why, dear Anthony Pearce, I always refer to people by their first and last names.”

“Needs some work, of course, but the location’s prime. You’re getting a steal.” I scanned the document, my fingers tracing the edge of the paper. “I’m aware. Let’s make this quick. I want the deed transferred today.” Sophia nodded, surprised by my urgency. “Uh, sure. Under whose name would you like it registered?” I hesitated for a fraction of a second. I couldn’t put it in my name, not with the questions it would raise if they find out. The connections it might draw. I needed something untraceable, a clean break from my past. “Brightvale Juliet,” I said firmly.

She gives me a nod and I touch the tip of the pen to the paper. As I scrawl my new—no, my real—name for the last time, she exhales softly. “You’re making your own story now, honey,” she murmurs. I set the pen down, the finality of it settling deep in my bones. “Yeah,” I say, grabbing one of her hands in mine. “And I'm glad I have you, Dad and Alfie here alongside me. I couldn't have asked for anything more.” After that, we move through the remainder of the changes with methodical precision—my bank accounts, my identification, every legal document still tied to the name I refuse to wear any longer.

“I can’t give you the document of ownership.” “Why not?’ “Because it was placed in my possession by your father. I just can’t give it away.” I wish I had my gun. What I wouldn’t give to watch you tremble in front of me right now. “Well, if you insist,” I said aloud. “So, when are you going to put my name there?” “What do you mean?” “My name, Mr. Humphrey. Now that the company is back in my possession, don’t you think it’s wise to put my name there now?”

I groaned, leaning back into the couch. Nathan smiled and sat next to me. “It's alright. You don't need to apologize. You need time to get used to everything that happened. I don't want you to use your past experiences as a prerequisite for the future. Be optimistic,” he said as he squeezed my hand. We sat there in silence, each of us lost in thought when a thought occurred to me. I sat up straight. “Nathan. Do I have to change my name to Selina's family name?” I asked, wondering why that didn't occur to me before.