Novel & Cerita Sinister Names

I turned fully to face him, letting water glide up to my waist, letting the lights that reflected in the water shimmer across my skin like some kind of invitation. “Angel?” I echoed, amused.“That’s the best you’ve got?” He grinned.“Give me five seconds and I can come up with something better. Name?” “Liv,” I said, letting my voice drop just slightly. His eyes dipped to my collarbones, then back to my face— but not in the slimy boyish way most guys stared. No... there was control in it. Deliberate. Slow. Like he wanted to memorise me. “I’m Adrian.”

Fear would make her pliable. Celeste cupped her chin. “What’s your name?” The girl hesitated. Celeste gripped her hair and yanked her head back. “Speak.” “Aurora,” she whispered. Celeste leaned in close, her voice a purr. “Aurora. Pretty. But in here, you’re not a name. You’re a mouth. A cunt. A toy.” Aurora whimpered. “Please, I don’t belong here. I didn’t agree—”

“I don’t know anyone named Lukas.” The man gave a slow, knowing smile that didn’t reach his cold eyes. “Don’t you? Your lover. The generous philanthropist. The owner of The Sixteenth Hour Foundation.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “The Swedes have another name for him, you know. In certain circles. Den Tysta Lönnmördaren” He paused, letting the foreign words hang in the air. “The Silent Killer.” Ian’s blood froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. The Ghost? Is this him? Is this The Ghost?

Only she feared just how gruesome it would turn out to be. “La oscura sindacato del sangue.” Nathan whispered, dread etched in every word. Amira’s breath caught in her throat, the foreign words curling like smoke through her mind. La oscura sindacato del sangue. She’d heard dangerous things in her life, seen her fair share of corruption and back-alley power, but something about the way Nathan said it like the name itself was a curse, made her skin prickle. “The Dark Syndicate of Blood,” she murmured, the translation tasting wrong in her mouth. “What… what else?”

Maybe I was too nice. “You know who I am, don’t you?” he asked, fingers still furiously pumping into me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and let it go with a pop. “Yes,” I breathed, my legs starting to shake in pleasure. “Say my name.” “I can’t,” I whispered. I had never spoken it a day in my life. Saying his name was forbidden in my pack. People were punished for it … because everyone thought that speaking the devil alpha’s name would summon him.

He takes a puff on his cigar and leans forward toward my face. Thus, I am forced to close my eyes so they are not burned by the smoke he has spit in my face. He remains silent and takes another sip of brandy, rattling the single ice cube shaped with an ice pick in his crystal glass out of habit. "Santo..." I start to say, but I fall silent as soon as I meet his dark eyes. How ironic to have given him such a name. He's the worst of them all, and he's named Saint.

a cold tone commanded from the inside. I pushed the door and stepped inside. I inhaled the aura that swallowed me deeply. My gaze turned to the marble desk with a carved name ‘Ph.D. Jairo Dristan Black’, what a hot name for a psychologist. This man should be a model, gosh he’ll definitely overpass the standards though.

"You have Angeline's heart.... and her mate bond, I assume." He went silent, his chest slowly heaving. "I don't want her heart. Or her mate bond." My brow raised, my lips pursing in curiosity. "Why? Because she is a dark omega?" He clenched his teeth. "I don't want..." "What is your name?" He met my eyes, then swallowed. "Aylen." I gave a genuine smile this time. "Aylen. Beautiful name." He seemed to ease up a little. "Thank you. But about Angeline..."

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

Or else, Zed might suspect that I was having an ambiguous relationship with Kim if he sees his message appearing during the late hours of the night. "Hi, Yen! Why are you still active? It's already past midnight." "Kim, where are you?" I didn't know why, but I thought he was in a bar drinking and would create some trouble later. I went to the couch on the opposite side of the bed instead of lying beside Zed. He might suddenly wake up and read our messages. To further hide our conversation, I renamed his account and made it Jakara Blue. It was a feminine name, so I was sure Zed would not suspect anything.