Novel & Cerita The Name They Gave Me

”Have nothing to offer. “Go for the bigger patrons. A chief who is bored of his wife? Some elder merchant with some gold? Anything not ordinary.” “What’s it about these people?” I’d ask every day. “Why should I spend my time chasing these people, mum?” “They’ll get you out of your hell hole, Cece.” She’d smile saying. Her face, though, a little wrinkled from old age, yet, coated in makeup. Mum never named me; you know. I took my name out of a brothel ad, and next thing, everyone started calling me that. Cicilia with Cece as the short form.

There's a small smile on her face and her eyes are narrowed into slits, the kind basically the Chinese have, revealing more wrinkles on the corner of her lids. "You have a good heart,my child. What is your name?" What was my name again? Umm… It's Meera, you idiot! How can you forget your name given by your father! "Meera." The words come out in a whisper. My name. The only thing I truly adore about me. Because it's what my father gave me. Something no one can steal from me. My fingers automatically grab the metal on my neck. It's there. It's safe.

Deana was just silent watching her two friends arguing. "Hey, who gave you that ridiculous name first? You boiled worm." Nara choked with saliva. He chose the name 'Meka' as a nickname for his best friend. Because the name 'Melky', when called 'Mel', sounds like a woman, Nara just casually called her from a combination of her full names. Melky Adika. But when he heard that he was called skinny, also a boiled worm, his emotions began to flare up again. Nara pursed her lips then walked forward about to punch before the laughter made her stop.

His boss let me work getting paid under the table, no questions asked. Which is good since I have no documentation of who I am. I can’t even remember what my name is. I just picked Adder because of my snake-like features and abilities. They used horrible names like scum, trash, demon spawn often when talking to or about me. But never my given name. I suppose I could find out what my name is supposed to be. But that would mean going back to that abbey and fuck those bitches. I ain’t never going back there for nothing.

"Ah, I'm just asking for granted. Because your name is Meikha. I thought you were born in May. " “I was found in front of the orphanage in May. Therefore my name is Meikha. My orphanage mother gave the name Meikha. " "But what about your identity. You have a date of birth. " "Yes. I have. Even though it's not real. My lovely mother and I don't know exactly when I was born into the world. When I was a baby, I was found in a home. " "Okay, Meikha. I already know your name. Now I introduce myself my name is Jordan Lautner. "

But I didn't fall because he grabbed my arm and held it steady. "Wait a minute, lady...?" He wanted me to say my name, but I couldn't because my voice was gone and my mouth felt like it was full of sand. "By the way, my name is Garner. But everyone just calls me Kover... isn't that too far from my real name? I'm not sure why they referred to me as this." Garner. Sounds like Goner.

He looked doubtfully at me and then asked. “Do you know why your grandmother gave you the name ‘Dracona?” I stayed silent for a moment and then replied. “No, I was too young to ask all these questions and it never mattered to me as she was the only one who called me this. It's my nickname because I was too stubborn,” I said slowly and he looked a little satisfied. My breathes were now calmed down and I spoke softly. “I am sorry, my lord! If I asked so much,”

She was off the phone now, and was giving him a death glare if I had ever seen one. My mind was racing at this point. I knew I had a name before The Academy, but I never remembered it. Ellie, that was my name. The name my mother gave me. Snow was much more fitting, but I had no idea it came from Damien. I had always thought The Academy had given it to me when I came there, orphaned. My mind was racing at this new revelation. He was so much more a part of my life than I even knew.

Considering that, you'd be wondering who they were referencing. Well, it was me and nobody else. It was a name they had given me, contrasting my personality. I was not a slim, tall, and handsome kind of boy, but the total opposite of it. Attempted, Neil and his gangster disciples had nicknamed me Slim. Despite knowing that many people struggle mentally, physically, and emotionally in their lives to get this title, and grind their bodies heavily in the gyms to get into shape. The perfect ideal slim body type. I was strangely bothered by it. Mainly, because I knew the cost attached to it.

That won't fear me? "Andy is a nickname my 'brother' you met gave me. He liked it better than my given name. Till you, he's the only one that had ever used the name." I admitted. "The name he gave is a shorthand of his given name and not even what he's supposed to be called." I frowned. I have to come clean because she needs the whole truth. "My given name is Androkles." I'd said my name aloud. With it said, I held my breath. I wasn't even sure my heart was beating.