Novel & Cerita Remain Nameless Audiobook

Just like Stella had told him, you can stop them from speaking but you can’t stop them from thinking it. He continued, “I have no reason why I named it Steff. But deep in my mind and heart, I felt that that name was fit for a female voiced programme. When I was in the United States especially when I started having dreams about this girl named Stephany, I couldn’t remember anything when I woke up,” “So, you felt it wouldn’t help?” Doctor Khan asked. “Yes. Everything seemed to be gone when I woke up and I couldn’t even remember a name or anything. Even the face was always blurry and the girl seemed younger than me. If I was a senior then she was my junior,” Juma said.

"Okay, fine. It's been a while since I used it. I'm rusty." "You're rusty because you've been pretending to be someone else." He leaned back in the chair, his blue eyes sharp even in the dim light. "Why Audrey? Why change your name?" "I told you. I wanted to stay anonymous while I figured out who killed my father." "And you thought a fake name would help with that?" "It seemed like a good idea at the time." "Most of your ideas seem good until they blow up in your face." I glared at him. "You know what? I liked you better when you were just being a jerk. This helpful version is unsettling."

"I've never managed to attach a face to it. Never even been sure it was a real person and not a placeholder some accountant invented to make the books balance." "What name." Beside me, Audrey's hand found mine in the dark and held on. "Marlowe," Daniels said. "Everything just goes quiet the second I get near it. Like the file itself knows to stop talking." Behind us the fire found something that popped and flared, throwing our shadows huge across the gravel for a second before settling again. Somewhere out past the fence line a car door opened and closed, unhurried, the way a man moves when he already knows he has all the time he needs.

CHAPTER 120 — THE NAME THAT HURT The room went silent. Not the normal kind. Not the quiet they had grown used to. This silence felt sharp. Like something had just broken open. ⸻ Elias Voss. ⸻ Sienna stared at the screen. Her breathing slowed. Then stopped. Then started again too fast. ⸻ The name sat there. Simple. Black text against a bright monitor. ⸻ But it didn’t feel simple. It felt heavy.

A sound that belonged to a machine, ancient and hungry, finally waking up. Aiden’s eyes snapped open in the dark, but he could no longer feel his body. He was drifting in a sea of absolute zero, and somewhere in the distance, a voice—hollow and metallic—was reciting a list of names. His name was at the top.

"No. I don't remember anything." "That's alright," she said, her smile returning. "I asked because we couldn't find an ID on you, and the computers didn't find anything either. But don't worry! You'll remember in due time. I'm just glad you're safe. We'll get you all better, okay? I'll stay with you until you're discharged. Don't you worry about a thing." I nodded, my heart filled with a strange mixture of gratitude and dread. I was in a strange place, surrounded by strangers, with no memory of who I was or where I came from. “I, well…I remember my name. Audrey. Audrey H. That's all.”

I shook my head, unable to mumble the words that pressed at the roof of my mouth and the spaces between my teeth and not liking the way the crowd had begun to mutter between themselves. “And what is this woman’s name? Gobar?” I rasped breathlessly, not trusting myself to move when I rose to my feet, and feeling a wave of dizziness claw at the space behind my eyes as I watched the beast pause, cocking his head slowly to the side, his large eyes never leaving mine. “They call her Raya Banks.” He deadpanned, and the thru of blood pounding in my ears deadened to silence.

That is, I suppose, as I walk out of the room, remembering I didn’t know his name. “What’s your name?” “Gray,” he answered softly, I lowered my head, trying to hide the smile tugging at my lips. Gray. His name suits him, mysterious yet calm. And his voice! It wasn’t just pleasant it was melodic, smooth like music that refuses to leave my head. When I reached the council room, chaos had already taken over, chairs pushed aside, and low murmurs rippled through the air like an uneasy whisper in the storm. I could hear them even before stepping in, right from the mansion’s walls to the conference room; they were nervous, their voices trembling with fear as they greeted.

“It is programmed with a voice changer. He cannot track it or figure out your identity.” “Good, now we are getting somewhere,” I picked up the small disposable. “Now, what is his name?” This time he hesitated. “I will not ask again, Gregory.” “His name is Aiden.”

The room felt smaller all of a sudden, like we were the only two people in the universe. “Insane,” he echoed, his voice soft now. “Maybe. Or maybe… necessary.” I peeked through my fingers. “Necessary? How is this necessary? This is reckless, impulsive, absurd. I don’t even know your middle name!” He chuckled. A low, restrained sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Adrian.” I blinked. Of course you’re called Adrian.… perfect name for someone who’s clearly going to ruin my life. “I should probably leave,” I muttered, edging toward the door as if that would undo everything.