The Name They Gave Me Novels & Stories

"I never thought I'd see you in such a place." "I could say the same about you, Don," I replied, emphasizing the nickname I was given originally to assert some distance between us. He chuckled, undeterred by my tone. "I go by Abaddon, you know. It's a name I'd love to hear from your lips." I rolled my eyes, deciding to not play along with his pretentious game. "I will stick to Don. Or would you prefer D. That is the name you gave me on the night we first met.”

Treasure said looking at me. “Nice to meet you Butterfly” “Same here” I said with a nod. We sat there talking, I got to know Harlem, I found out how he got his name. I felt that it was sweet. I also told him how I got my name. from what I was told my mother told me that my father gave me the name because he said that I beautiful like a butterfly. It warmed my heart to hear that and since then I honor that name even though he not around.

Sophia inquired with a confused look. “Yes! I did” Remember you asked me how I knew he lost his memory? I will tell you everything today so be ready to listen. “I will listen to everything today!” Please tell me everything that happened. Sophia replied meekly. “Okay!” I only have one name which was given by my parents and that is the only name have been using till now. Everyone calling me Van is for me to always remember who I was and to make sure I make no further mistakes like the ones I have made in the past.

We were in a hurry too. Once we arrived at the Blue Crystal Pack, I met with the alpha. That was when my caregiver chirped in and said my name. I was puzzled. I didn't know I had a name, and when I heard my name for the first time as 'Everleigh.' I didn't feel like it was me. That name didn't suit me at all. I was just a skinny girl holding her hand, and having a name sounded so grand to me. I looked at the notebook Grey handed to me. And slowly scribbled on it.

he cocked his head and turned his face towards me, peering in the narrow gap. My eyes glanced back at him briefly, noticing the face that looked seriously questioning. I silently shook my head at him, then spoke. "I've never heard that kind of nickname attached to my name, they more often label me as lame, loser, weak and things that point to my status as an omega." It was not a pleasant thing, but I remember it clearly.

Sadie introduced me to all of them, but he’s one of the few names I remember. “Oh, me.” I snap to attention, having already forgotten the name I’ve been given. Everything happened so fast today. I’d gotten the job, and the next thing I knew I was getting dolled up while someone went over how things go down at Heaven’s Door. Along with me getting a new name. Chastity was the best they could come up with besides outright naming me Virgin. “I want a dance,” the man holding me says, and he makes no move to let me go.

he said. "Could be better than the rest of them if you stop caring about dying." I didn't care. Not then. The crowd screamed my name that night. Not Nico, Not my father's shame but something they made up, something sharp and dangerous. "Ghost." That's what they called me. Because I moved like one. Quiet. unseen. Fast. And just like that, I stopped being Nico the forgotten son. I became Ghost.

Not like stories caught in headlines. Just two people. Bruised by the same system. Trying to build something new in the rubble. “Thank you,” she whispered. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Then he turned and left without asking for anything in return. That night, Ava wrote a blog post. “Why I Named It After Me.” “They’ll ask why I didn’t name it Wolfe. Why I didn’t call it Grace or Phoenix or some poetic thing that sounds good in a headline. I named it Sinclair because for too long, I tried to survive under someone else’s name.

To him, my refusal looks like a structural malfunction in my brain. The sheer gravity of his frustration actually makes the corner of my mouth twitch. For some absurd reason, his massive pride is amusing. I shrug, leaning back against a stone pillar. "Then enlighten me, Supreme Leader. What exactly am I turning down? A place in your royal vanguard? And for the record, my designation is not 'Omega'." "What do the wildlings call you then?" "They call me klinton." It was the name my mother whispered before the Raiders took me.

They all turn toward me. They’re waiting for a speech. I look at the crowd. I see my father. I see the ghost. I see the end. I open my mouth. I don't know what I’m going to say. "My name is..." The crowd stops. The silence is absolute. I look at the lens. I see myself. And I realize the truth. I don't have a name. "My name is..." I stop. I look at Liam. He smiles. "Your name is whatever they want it to be."