Say My Name Three Times Novels & Stories

Naturally, when someone asks for your name, it's an automatic response that pops up in your head, even if you don't say it out loud, but here I am with two words chanting, in the back of my head, shouting in a unison, "My name... I— I don't know... I don't know my name."

the man replied flatly. Fair. Xander stepped slightly in front of Zade—not aggressively, but protectively. “We disabled their trackers,” he said evenly. “If we were still theirs, you’d already be surrounded.” The trio exchanged glances. One of the women—short hair, scar across her cheek—narrowed her eyes. “Names,” she demanded. Xander hesitated. Zade answered first. “Zade.” A beat. “Xander.” The man frowned. “Ironclad cadets.”

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“Do I have to say everyone’s names?” “No, you can simply say ‘all those standing before me’ or something to that effect. Once you do, they’ll be able to walk right through without issue,” he smiles. I nod. That is much more simple than I was expecting. I thought it would have to be like that movie I watched, and I’d have to shed blood and chant a spell or something. Movies really do get so much wrong, but that might be for the best. Chris walks over to me, along with Qiang.

he asked flatly. “What is your name?” I asked whiles stressing every word. He’s got to know what I’m talking about by now, right? “My name…” Reiner murmured. “I’m about to have your third child, you know. Don’t you think that it’s time that I get to know your real name?” I asked as I fought my urge to laugh.

He doesn't need to. "Mr. Nyther." My real name. Again. Third time tonight. First time was in the parking garage with a syringe against my ribs. Second time was in my own head trying to remember when I last used it. This time it comes from the man at the table in the voice that carries across rooms without trying and every single person between us finds something else to look at. I walk to the table. I sit down.

Sent back one transmission. Three words. I will come.

Just watched his name pulse once, twice— What do I do?!

he looked with suspicion again but took it anyway. - So goodbye, see you in three days, your Majesty, I said, bowing, opening the door, and falling directly onto a little girl as tall as three apples with the same facial features as me, in tears

Thirty-seven "Jenna." "Jenna." I clench my jaw tighter while I walk out of the room, going down stairs. "Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna. Jenna." I bite my lip and hurry down stairs, walking to the door. "Jenna. JENNA. JENNA. JENNA. JENNA." "WHAT!?" I growl while I was so close to winning and almost leaving.