Put Respect On My Name Novels & Stories

"Just my ex's name. A reckless mistake." I tried to keep my voice steady, but my heart was racing badly. God, if I get caught on camera talking to a client like this, I’m dead. The club rules were strict, and I was pushing my luck. "What do I need to do for you to get rid of it… and have my name there instead?" he asked simply. What? I almost choked on air. I forced myself to maintain composure, flashing him a professional, playful smile. "With the generous amount you paid for my services tonight, sir... I would gladly change his name to yours. If you'd tell me what your name is."

I explained. - It's an important step in our relationship," Reed continued. - It's a precious symbol for us," Mathis continued. - And it will be for our children, too," said James, as he placed the pretty mixed salads on the table. - I'm listening, you're making me nervous. The three of them looked to me for the green light, before taking a deep breath and announcing what they wanted. - We want to carry your name," they said at the same time.

I followed her inside, my nerves prickling with anticipation. "Is there any particular reason you want to be addressed by that name?" she asked, settling herself into her chair and gesturing for me to sit across from her. I took a deep breath and tried to put my thoughts into words. "I think it would make me feel more comfortable," I said, hoping I didn't sound too silly. "I just want to be treated like any other student, not to have people looking at me differently because of my name." I smiled, feeling a bit relieved that I'd said what I wanted to say.

she said without looking up. Micah held the clipboard like it might explode. J tapped his pen nervously. Nathan smiled. “Take your time.” They sat on a bench in the corner. It was quiet for a while just the scribble of pens and the occasional shuffle of chairs. Until J muttered, “I don’t know what to write.” Micah glanced over. “For what?” J pointed. Preferred Name: “I don’t know what it is. I only know what it wasn't.” Ethan put a hand on his shoulder. “There’s no rush. You can keep the one you’ve been using. Or change it. Or try one on like a jacket.”

“Grief does not excuse ownership.” She flinched. “I know.” I leaned back. “This is not a reunion. This is a correction.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Then let me help you correct it.” I slid the documents back. “I want my name restored. I want it public. I want it registered across every channel.” The lawyer nodded. “That can be arranged within days.” Selene whispered, “You deserve the truth. And more.” I stood. “We will talk about more another time. Right now, I want my identity back.”

"Is there any specific reason?" Taking a deep breath, I meet George's gaze with a mixture of resolve and vulnerability. With a steady voice, I begin to share the deeper meaning behind the name and its connection to my personal journey. "The name 'My First Heart' holds a special significance for me," I say, my words carrying a sense of sincerity and conviction. "It represents a pivotal moment of letting go and embracing the beauty of love." I continue, delving into the explanation, allowing the vulnerability of my experiences to shine through.

So yes, I did lick his abs while I was writing my name. “Put property of Ada Rossi there.” He pointed to just above his left peck where there was surprisingly an empty spot. I deadpanned at him with a raised eyebrow. “My name isn’t Ada Rossi.” “It will be shortly,” he said so casually. So casually... fine. I can be casual and not freak out. “Really? What about if I don’t want to change my name?” Wait... Why am I encouraging him? We have had enough giant leaps for the next two years. No more!

I nodded. “Good, good,” said Lukas. Then he reached out to the pocket of his apron and pulled out a name tag. “Here. Wear this. I’ve put your name there but if you want to change it to something else, just let me know.” “Why would I want to change it?” I asked curiously. Lukas shrugged. “People have their own reasons. I got an employee who likes to be called by their middle name, and some who prefer the name that they chose for themselves. Whatever it is, it’s fine by me. Though I can’t change the name written on your paycheck.”

Pete hurried to his seat, his eyes fixed on his fingers as he nervously fidgeted with them. "I watch reruns of your performances on Drag Tuesdays," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, shyness radiating from him. "You're even more amazing in real life." Lady Legasus's warm smile put him at ease. "Thank you, dearie. And what's your name?" Pete's shoulders slumped, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "It's Pete...I mean, Peter Pound." He seemed to shrink into himself, his discomfort with his name evident.

A heart I almost damaged, a heart that now beat for and belonged to another. I turned to look at her on the ground, and she cried in pain. Indeed, this was the full rejection. The first time, I did not use her last name, so it wasn't real. But today, I used her last name, making it final. I had learned once that in order for a rejection to be complete, the names have to be spoken in full. By rejecting her with only her first name, it was vague. There could be many Winters in our world, but the last name made it specific.