Spirited Away No Name Novels & Stories

*Nameless POV* “This is not sparkling enough, you worthless piece of trash!” Beta Diana yells while her little princess giggles. A slap on my face, a kick on my ribs and a spat on my face, I block her words and continue scrubbing the corridor. There is a much more inferior position in the Ruber pack than that of an Omega. It’s reserved for those not worthy of anything. Yes, that’s me, the nameless girl. No rights, no roots, no identity, not even worthy of a name. No one knows where I came from, if they do, they don’t talk about it.

a shimmering form appears in front of us and Titus quickly stands in front of me with his arms protectively raised to hide me from it. What is that? A.. A ghost….? It’s a woman…?? ‘Rolf….’ I gasped when I could hear it speak. It calls his name….!!!! ‘He, who has no heart, does not deserve to have a mate… Once… We killed his mate and we can do it again….

And besides that, my legs were starting to cramp up. “Hurry it along, demon. A little less talk and a lot more action. You were saying you have a name to give me?” He wagged his finger at me. “Hasn’t anybody ever taught you to respect your elders, Luna?” I shook the picture with both hands. “And don’t you understand I’m running out of time? I have to get Lydia! The name. Give me the name!” He closed his eyes. When he opened them, they shone with a color I had never seen before. I caught my breath.

And he can see in this guy's face, he fully know the name, but it was all a shock to her that this guy answered "No!" And this answer that says "No" brought her spirit down immediately, she never expected an answer that says "No" from him. But the young man continues to explain why they wasn't able to know her name. "None of us here knows her name, because we have never met her before, she was just some one that came for our rescue" the boy that stepped out said to her. She felt so disappointed with what the boy said, she was actually hoping that the boy will give her a positive answer.

remember your name, who you where, who you are and all will be well, here take my hand and tell me your name ** [ my name... my name...goddess what's my name?] think think think, who am I, who was I? I was a wolf sprite that lived in the woods with my family, I try to imagine their faces, their voices, there names, if I could remember them then I'm sure I'd remember me, think!, think! I hear a voice as a distant memory { Charity! it's time to come inside! it's time to eat dear } that's it! that's my name [ I'm Charity! I'm Charity! my name is Charity! ] I reach out and take her hand, there's a blinding light before everything goes dark.

However, to his astonishment, that Door of Realms was just like any public transportation, and there were tens of Genetic Fighters in there. "I find you rather pleasing to look at and not an eyesore. Say, what's your name?" The lady was right beside Lucas and faced Lucas while saying. "I don't have a name." Lucas shook his head. He did not wish to talk too much with that lady. The lady was stunned as she was puzzled at the fact that there would be a nameless person. After a few seconds, the lady laughed again. "My name is Lynn Spear. Since you don't have a name, then I'll name you Nameless."

The rules remain the same as ianjo, prostitutes were prohibited from leaving the bordeel. Because of that, said Uncle Brody, the pregnant Javanese woman gave birth under the shade of a banyan tree that grew in the middle of the bordeel yard. Therefore, the child was given the name Ichijiku which means fig tree in Japanese. The woman deliberately used Japanese so that one day he knows the origin of the seeds. That child was Uncle Brody. Ichijiku was his real name. Apparently, this unfortunate Javanese woman was the mother of Uncle Brody.

Poor kid. "What is your name?" I asked him. He looked up at me. "Matsudaira Takechiyo." He said. That's right; he didn't change his name yet. "I am Nōhime but you can call me Nō." I said. He looked at me and smiled.

"My private doctor, Jasper Burgess." The name hit me like a cold wave, and I staggered, fear sweeping over me.

His steel blue eyes held me prisoner, and I found myself not even wanting to look away. “What is his name?” He asked, his eyes finally pulling away from mine and roaming my face as if he was trying to look at every feature and memorize it. “Spirit. His name is Spirit,” I said, a warmth spreading through my chest as I said my wolf's name out loud, and I smiled. Goddess, I love my wolf!