The Name They Gave Me Novels & Stories

He enjoyed getting a rise out of me. "Are you sure you're immune? You know you can tell me, Lexi," he soothed playfully, trying his hardest not to break into a laugh. I had to process what he said before I heard the nickname he gave me. No one had bothered to give me one. They either called me by my name, Alexis, or some insult. Both of which I was not particularly fond of. But Lexi was nice. It suited me.

“I just didn't think you wanted only friendship. I am sorry for being rude,” His expression softened. “It is okay. I get it.” “Thanks for understanding,” I said, giving a small, genuine smile. He smiled back. “Well now that you are being nice, does that mean I finally earned a name?” I didn't know if I should give him my government name or not but I gave it eventually. I chuckled. “It is Grace.” “Liam,” he said, extending a hand and I shook it. “Nice to meet you, Grace”

But his rambling was cut short when I leaned in, and in one quick motion, gave his cheek a small peck. “Goodnight, Pepper Chicken.” He chuckled softly at that. “Goodnight, Milkshake.” As I drove home that night, one thing was clear - I’d probably never be called by my actual name by Jeff and Gina. But as much I’d miss being called by my name and not some food or drink, I had to admit that something about having nicknames like Hawk and Dove, actually felt strangely comforting. It almost felt like I belonged in their pretty crazy, yet loving family.

They had this expressionless look that almost made me want to turn back and forget serving the king his meal. Even as I stopped and bowed at them, they didn't act like someone was right in front of them. One of them looked at me. “Name?” I thought of a perfect name. I wouldn't want to risk exposing my name, even though they had no idea who I am, or where I am from. I figured out it was better to keep my identity to myself. “Arin,” I answered quietly, stuttering. “Purpose?” he asked still with this intense gaze like they knew who I was.

When people started too learn about me they wanted me too kill random people and I continued to reject them and only provide my services to victims. People soon got the idea and began to leave me alone but that didn"t stop them from giving me a name. Scarlett Shadow.

We eat in comfortable silence until he breaks it. "Nara Wangu Adalwolf," he says, using my full name. I stiffen. How does he know my middle name? Only my parents knew the name Wangu, it is a traditional name my mother gave me at birth. It means my own. Shocked, I feel tears gathering in my eyes and set my knife and fork down. "I need to leave, Alpha Lorenzo. Thank you for the meal," I attempt to stand, but he covers my hand with his. "No, please,"

Isabella said as she led me over to the woman. "This is Six." "Six?" The woman raised a thin brow. "What's your real name?" "I uh...I don't like it so much," I said quietly. "Everyone's called me Six since I was a toddler. I was the sixth born. My mom used to yell where's number six! And the name just stuck. I'm talking a lot, shit. Sorry I didn't mean to swear. Shit. I mean.” Shoot me.

They are really starting to treat me as a daughter. I felt tears formed in my eyes when they suddenly mentioned words that melts my heart. The words they called me when I was still young. The reason why they named me Marigold. "...Good morning, our golden flower."

He questions me softly. My eyes widen as he waits patiently for my answer. I open my mouth and close it many times. Deimos places his palm on my cheek softly as he swipes his thumb across my cheekbone. "Tell me." He whispers. "I... I don't have one." I say looking down at my feet. "What do you mean?" He asks confused. "I was never given one. My parents thought I wasn't worthy to possess a name. And when I acquired the pack they called me by my title so I never.... you know." I say softly as Deimos sighs.

I still search for him in the crowd that maybe, just maybe I would be lucky enough to have him near me. My heartbeat still betrays me in his presence by going haywire. I still tremble hearing his voice. He has always been so optimistic about me. Always willing to try harder… ~ “So you realize you have a great opportunity to choose your name yourself” ~ To listen to him calling me ‘Mayra’. ~ “So you were telling me what would be my new name” “Tell me please...” “Mayra,” “It means..” “Wonderful,” “You like it? If you don’t we can think of another one no hurry….”