Novel & Cerita The Name They Gave Me

I asked them what they saw, what they needed, and what they feared. I signed nothing. I used only the symbol from the barricade. The wolf’s eye, surrounded by a ring of fire. Somewhere along the line, they stopped calling me Queen. I don’t know exactly when it happened, and I don’t remember if it was before or after the summit. They started calling me something else, something that spread faster than any official title ever had. Signal. Not a monarch. Not a martyr. Just a force that moved between everything else. I didn’t love it, and I didn’t hate it. I didn’t ask for it, but I understood why they needed the name.

“Getting her here so quickly.” He merely nodded, his eyes bright. “Anytime, Adrian.” That name. It was another one of his quirks, the only person who insisted on calling me by it. Everyone else knew me as Gabe, the fresh start I’d chosen. He’d never explained why, just said it was my name. And for some reason, hearing it from him, especially then, felt less like an invasion and more like… a quiet acknowledgment.

I’m so glad my father didn’t trust her when she came back and gave her a false name for me. Yeah, she was such a wonderful mother, she didn’t even name me before she abandoned me with Dad. Dad had a weird fascination with the Halo game series, hence my first name, Cortana. Despite it being kinda weird, I’ve always loved my name because it is unique and because my father named me after something he loved.

Everyone had a different way of paying their bills and this was one of them, so no, I wasn't embarrassed and it was an easy way to make money, but still it wasn't what I had planned. "Are you coming squirrel or are you just going to keep staring at your ass?" Faith laughed and walked past me. Squirrel..., the name I got ever since I had been here. It was the nickname which haunted me throughout kindergarten until now, the nickname I got because of my fluffly cheeks.

All they could see in the past was my worst version; it’s only now that everything is understood. I smiled again and asked my helpers, “What are your names?” pointing at them. “We are Rio, Carla, Jennina, Girly, Airah, and lastly, Shirly,” they introduced themselves, and I nodded in acknowledgment. "Those are nice names, I wonder what names I used before calling you all?" Ngumisi, the last assistant, scratched his head. "You call us, Tonta, sir." I felt embarrassed around them; I didn't really know that I was hurting other people's feelings.

“When I was little, before the world made me tough, I had a name I whispered to myself, a name I wanted to live up to—a name that felt like the real me, not what other people called me.” I swallowed. It felt odd. “Your name is Aria”, she said. “But you have other names too, names people gave you to hurt you”. I looked down at my hands. Omega. Weak. Bad luck. Stain. Shameful. Unwanted. Names I didn't ask for, names that stuck to me like mud. “Close your eyes”, Lysa said. I did. “Now listen. Not to the forest, not to me, but to yourself. What name do you say when you feel like giving up?”

She didn't even know why she felt that way. Elliott didn't quite like being addressed like that. He said, "Call me Eli." Seraphine widened her eyes in surprise. "Huh?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously. "What? You don't want to?" His voice was low and threatening, and his gaze even more so. "Uh…" Seraphine was bemused. What was he… "Come on. Call my name." Elliott's deep voice carried a hint of allure, and he didn't take his eyes off her as he spoke.

But tonight I'm just a guy who lost his teammates. "Is there a name for you?" I've had a few names. I always pick the right one for the situation. My mum used to call me my short name. No one else ever did. "Marc." "Marc." She said testing it out. She smiled. It was the easiest door I had ever opened.

he started, “I've never asked you your name. I keep calling you little one and you don't disagree, but you know my name and I don't know yours. I'm not prying, if you don't want to tell me that's fine by me, but you can just give me a name any name. Choose one, pick one, and give me one name any name.” I hesitated a little bit. He wanted to know my name. I hadn't really thought about it, I really didn’t give him my name. He'd call me little one so many times that it had become a part of me, like I knew it was he was called. I've forgotten to give him mine, maybe I shouldn't?

B. "B?" I looked up at him. "That's your name? Just B?" "Problem?" "No." I put my phone away. "Just feels… minimal." "Minimal?" He laughed softly and turned toward the kitchen. "You're using the nickname I gave you three years ago. Who's really being minimal?" I froze. I remembered the name that had auto-populated when I'd registered. EvelynW. W. Winchester. He'd given me that nickname in college. I'd asked him why.