Remain Nameless Audiobook Novels & Stories

Abi whispered, and a chuckle escaped Audrey, “My name is Audrey Spark, and the ex-Luna of Outlaw pack,” she lets out, and a gasp leaves Abi's mouth as she stares in utter shock, “You…you are…” she stutters, “Yes you're right, I am Alexander's Mother Audrey.” She admits, “But you are dead, you are…I visited your grave, the entire pack thinks you're dead.” Abi lets out, her eyes still widened in disbelief, “I am alive, in the flesh Abigail and I saved your life.”

I could feel every eye on me, the jury, the press, the countless people watching on livestream. As I sat, I removed my hat, letting the light fall fully on my face. “Please state your name for the record.” The clerk instructed. “Rhea. Currently, no last name as I was disowned by the Thornes.” I said clearly, my voice steady, the name rolling across the courtroom like thunder. Gasps rippled instantly. Howard’s face was drained of color. His lips trembled before twisting into fury, “You…” “Silence!” The judge’s gavel slammed.

"Stay if you want. For as long as you like." She knew very well that their identities were a huge hidden danger to each other, and they shouldn't have any interaction at all. But her weak soul coveted a little warmth, sinking into it and refusing to sober up. Looking out the window, the silvery-white world was so cold. The overwhelming severe cold obliterated all will. "Thank you, Figo. My name is Yilan."

I keep reading anyway. Female. Approx. three days old. Strong response to first-name prompt. Distress heightened when the prompt was withdrawn. My eyes stop. Sebastian hears it in my silence. “What?” I read the next line out loud because if I don’t, I might tear the book in half. Recorded name response: Nadine. Recommend immediate verbal discontinuation. Everything in me goes still. Nadine, not Nadia. Nadine. So close to the name I grew up with that it almost feels crueler than if they had changed it completely.

The silence that followed felt endless, the two of us sitting across a small metal table in a basement office, the entire fragile architecture of the last four days balanced on whatever I said next. "Yes," I said finally, because there was no version of this moment where another lie would survive contact with how directly he'd asked. "I'm Elena Cole. Was. I don't know what I am anymore, exactly, in terms of names." "So the audit." His voice had gone very careful, very controlled, the same stillness I recognized from watching him work a room full of visitors, except now it was aimed at holding himself together instead of watching for threats. "That's not real. Is it."

And my name — Daphne Vega, Subject Eleven — is no longer a secret. It's a story. And it's not over yet. End of Chapter 114

Ares continued to beg me. I slowly raised my head, and stared at him through the tears in my eyes. Ares reached out to me and cupped my face. "Why do you cry? he asked me worriedly. I only wish to know your name." "I have no name," I told him as I sobbed, staring into his bright green eyes. "I do not understand," he said. "How can you not have a name?" I gently removed his hands from my face. I was tired of explaining to everyone about my past and wanted to leave the cell. Ares held my hand pulling me to the bars of the cell that our lips almost touched.

Then, the dragon took another slow step closer and spoke. "Do not be afraid. My name is Blaze." His was low and silky, but I was still too shocked to move. My lips parted, but nothing came out. I didn't move. I just stood there, agog at him. Blaze sighed, his wings folding behind him. "I know this is not what you expected," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "But I am like you, Drake. I survived." The feel of my name on his lips turned my stomach.

“But this plane is bigger.” “That seems accurate,” I said. He beamed. “What’s your name?” “Ellie.” “I’m Lucas.” Before I could say anything else, a man appeared behind him, looking apologetic and faintly exhausted. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “He tends to… make friends.” I smiled. “He’s doing a great job.” The man relaxed slightly. “Ever since his mum passed,” he added quietly, “he’s been very social. I think he’s always looking for the next person to adopt him.”

“Hi there, what’s your name?” I forced a laugh. “Wendy Norman. Wendy with a Y.” Her eyes widened. “Wow, our names sound so alike! What a coincidence.” Yeah. What a coincidence. Especially since I’d spent the past two years thinking I was you. --- I was done. Absolutely finished. I stumbled home in a daze, my stomach in knots as I waited for Shawn to return. When I first listened to the audiobook, it never mentioned exactly how the heroine’s name was written. I just heard the pronunciation and assumed we matched. Who would’ve thought mine was only a near-homophone?