Put Respect On My Name Novels & Stories

Real, earned success, entirely separate from any structure Amelia or Dad could provide. I quickly composed a response: Marco, thank you. This is incredible. I’m honored. Yes to the print sale. His reply was instantaneous: Fantastic. I need two things for the press release and contract. 1) Your full legal name, including middle name, for the contract and bank transfer. 2) A two-sentence bio that speaks to your background and creative philosophy. My stomach plummeted. The simple request for my full name felt like a sudden, insurmountable barrier. Clara Conti Vance. The middle name was the key to the entire empire, the one that screamed "heiress."

I kept telling myself that. "IGOR IVANOV. That's my name whore and don't you dare..." before he could complete I cut him in middle. The bravest thing I have ever done in my life. "ARINA GRECO.... DR. ARINA GRECO. That's MY NAME. And I also don't like when people don't use my name... just like you. I would appreciate it if you would use my name from now onwards." Before he could complete I turned around and went to Matteo and took the pages of the Rule book out of his hand and went ahead and gave it to Mr. Senior Romano.

Jessica continued. “The bar name, of course. Why not. T has made its own name and I don’t think changing its status wound be of any advantage to you. “Lady J muttered. “It’s not only the bar name lady. I’m taking the title of your name as well. Lady J. Will definitely change a few details of it but I don’t want any confusion of it.” “That’s called impersonation Ms. I wouldn’t want to do that to myself.” Lady J urged.

He’s just the first one bold enough to ask directly. I groan, scrubbing my face with my hands. Should I change my last name back to Petrov? At least that would make it clear I’m not some extension of Dmitri. But then again, wouldn’t that raise questions? Cause more drama? “Who am I kidding?” I mumble, sinking back into my chair. “Changing my name now would just bring more attention.” And the last thing I need is more people poking around in my life. I sigh heavily, deciding to focus on work. That’s all I can do, really. Maybe this whole thing with Benjamin was just an unfortunate incident. It’s regrettable, sure, but it won’t happen again.

Well, that is the kind of life I always dreamt of, the kind of life I told my parents existed, somewhere, lost in the shadows of the universe. My name is Perer not Peter. I know you may be wondering how the hell I got such an awkward name. Well, you don't have to wonder for too long. I will give you the opportunity to do something quick and simple. Take a pen and write my name. Then, switch the middle letter in my name Peter and change it to the letter "r." That is simple, right? Yeah, it is.

“No, ma’am. And you mean ‘Dead Ted.’ I’d advise you to refer to him by his actual name. Respect isn’t optional, especially not here.” I blinked, caught off guard by the edge in his tone. “What’s the big deal? I’m just—” “Respect and names save lives,” he interrupted, running his hands through his hair. “I understand things might be done differently on your father’s side, but here, names are more than titles. They reflect who someone is. For future reference, I'd advise you to refer to people how they want to be addressed. It’ll keep you breathing longer, Miss.”

“You are being possessive over her and it’s not advisable.” “Just do what I ask you to do.” “Okay fine but please make sure you don’t make things complicated for her just in case the lady happens to be her, you know in that place they don’t share their employee's details, they have a working name and the same goes to clients, so tell me, what name should I pick for you.” “I will go with the Big T,” I said to him. “Okay I will book the appointment immediately so Monday get ready to go but just in case it happens not to be Gina working there as expected, you have to quit for good.”

“People question you because of their ignorance and jealousy. What I despise most in this world are stereotypes about age and gender. “You’ve already fought your way up with this name. Why should you change it just to please a bunch of mediocrities? “When you stand high enough, your name itself becomes authority. By then, every prejudice will fall silent and turn into the deepest kind of respect.” From that day on, I understood. I didn’t need to change my name. I just needed to make the name Alva Jackson into a mountain no one in academia could ever climb over.

I again corrected him. "Karan Soria- Whatever why don't we focus on our important meeting first rather than on your name, " He says, changing the subject. I swear it took me a sweet moment to control my anger, "As a Rajput, my name matters more to me as much as compared to this conference. It's not only a name but respect for us and I don't like anyone disrespecting me in any way whether if they are my parents or a soon-to-be business partner, " I stated, mentally smirking at the fact that I hit his nerve, noticing his jaw clenching curbing his anger, he forced a smile.

The man was still upset that I didn't let him know that I was married. Opening the register, he handed over a pen to me. Dave kept stealing glances at me while staring at the column my name was written on. I felt reluctant to change the name. Still, I had to clean off the "Welghton" in my name and wrote "Wyatt". I noticed Dave squinting his eyes, staring at the column where my name was written on and stealing glances at me as well. I handed the register back to Sir Tyler. He looked at the name from the upper side of his spectacles and then looked back at me.