The Name They Gave Me Novels & Stories

I ask. He stops eating and gives me a confused look. “After me? Why?” I shrug. “I like your name. It’s unique and has a certain power to it. Plus, if he’s anything like you, then I think you would be proud for him to carry your name.” He looks like he is thinking it over, so I finish the last bit of my burger while I wait. “It’s the name my mother gave me and for no other reason than the fact that it would look good on a movie poster or headline.” He sounds almost disgusted by that and I don’t blame him.

Then their chants changed to what they called me—“Rival, Rival, Rival.” What the fuck was this man thinking giving me that goddamned name? But it sounded cool. They didn’t have to take it too far to call me an enemy. I just stood there, ready to take in whatever it was that they were preparing for me.

But it's not as bad as four weeks ago when I decided to adopt the name. It's not a bad name. Over time, I think I've found it to be a beautiful name, and since this is the only time I've ever been called by a name that depicts normalcy, I find myself being super grateful that I now have some kind of real identity. Thanks to Dani. Still, it doesn't changes the fact that I'm stupid… Stupid, stupid, stupid! I can still hear the echo of Jayan's gasps. The soft moans and harsh swears. His glorious muscles bunching, all of him reacting to my slightest touch.

Just the wet slap of my boots in the mud and the crackle of flame licking the last of the corpses. I had no name here. There was no need for one. Everyone who could address me by that name was nowhere to be found. Not Casper. Not Tyrion. Not Ophelia, Magnus, Basten, or anyone else. Even Nox. It was a shame because Ryanna was such a beautiful name. ‘Who had given me that name?’ I asked yet no one answered. Despite that, something called me. Not by voice. But by something else… Attention, maybe?

I looked through the cracked window, thinking about the security cameras that had watched me for three years, the bodyguards who had followed my every step, and the deadly man who was currently losing his mind trying to hunt me down. "Tell them not to look for a name," I said, a witty smile touching my lips. Felix blinked. "Then what do we call you?" I pulled my hoodie over my dark hair, stepping toward the exit. "Call me the Ghost.”

she says, tilting her head to the side. I don’t miss the emphasis on my name, and I know she did it on purpose because it is the fastest way to get to me, because I hate my name; Angelica. Nicolas named me because he thought I looked like an angel the first time he held me when I was born. What was supposed to be a cute little lore now makes my skin crawl. It’s like a prison I can’t escape from.

He explained, but my lip parted slightly, my frown deepening as he continued to spew such words. What does he mean by it was just a name? It was not ‘just’ a name. It was a name I called him because I refused to call him like everyone else. Even his mom barely called him Davy, yet some rando could do it, and I was supposed to feel okay?

It wasn't until my first month of college that I found out the entire pack had been calling me a leech behind my back. The nickname came from Sienna Blackwood—Lucas's partner. To every wolf in Silvermoon, I was just some weakling squatting on pack land. They saw me use Lucas's pass, saw the tiny cabin at the edge of his territory, and filled in the blanks themselves. I went to find Lucas, thinking he'd defend me like he used to when we were pups. But he just waved a hand, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing, and said, "It's just a nickname, Elena. Sienna's joking around. You're being too sensitive." Then he added, "Besides, you're always around me. You use my pass, you live a sto

But the more I saw the more I felt proud because I knew that it was all his hard earned money, his grandfather was rich but he was the one who brought their business to the top and made it a big corporation expanding its branches to various fields. After 17 years someone called me Anu, the name that I let only mom called me, not even Rudy called me Anu because he knew it would hurt me, so they all settled on Ana, but Veer. He gave me this name and after so many years of hearing it I felt my heart tug, it hurt at the same time but felt good I didn’t know what to say or react when he told me about his family so I just kept quiet. Listening to him I knew he was not at all fond of them.

I was living sick with this name mom gave me so I nodded. "What should I call you then," he asked again. "Niko. Call me Niko," I answered. After that he pinned me a needle that made me unconcious and fell to the ground.