The Name They Gave Me Novels & Stories

“I loved the version of you that stayed quiet because it made my life easier. I called it patience. I called it grace. It was cowardice, mine, not yours.” “I did love you,” I said. “That is what made it so hard to leave. I kept thinking if I gave up one more thing, you would finally see me. The necklace, the dress, the room, the title. Then I died once and woke up with one clear thought. I could not give up my name too.” His eyes shone, but he held himself still. “Do you hate me?” “No. Not anymore.” For a moment, hope moved across his face.

Lay on the bed, turned to my wife who was half asleep, she had always been so beautiful just like the lady who had saved me from death. I couldn't help but. Touch her hair. “You don't deserve pain”. I whispered. Her eyes opened slowly. “Oh..was I too loud “. I asked my thoughts. Harden… she called. My name sounded sweeter when she pronounced it. My mum had given me the name when I was a kid , I guess the future holds her reasons. Today I enjoyed Summer calling my name. “I..I didn't mean to disturb you”. I said calmly. I couldn't resist her.

He asked me with a small smile. I nodded eagerly. He walked closer to us and greeted Gamu in their language. Gamu didn't reply, she just lowered her eyes and nodded. “I have a name now.” I told Yoké with excitement. “Really?” His eyes beamed open. “What's it?” “Rena.” He looked at me and frowned. “Who gave you that name?” “Furah. It's beautiful right?” He nodded with zero enthusiasm. “In that case, Rena, meet my best friend Uma. Uma, Rena.”

Jasmine asked, confused. “Sweetheart, if you’ve forgotten, then I must remind you that I was a witch even before you came into the picture. It was me, who gave name to my powers. I named them Joy because they brought joy to my life. Do you think that your name was Jasmine by birth? No, dear. It was a name that I wanted to have when I was little.

' 'Monster! 'Unfortunate orphan!' 'Mother, why did they called me a monster? Is that my real name?' 'No, my dear. They're lying. You are Méah. Your father and I gave you that name since you're a baby.' 'But, they also said that I am a demon's daughter and an orphan. Is that true?' 'Listen, Méah. Everyone's opinions meant nothing. You don't listen to them nor believe in them. Only give your trust to those who trusted you. And that is us. Your parents...your family."

I peered up to his face only to see him closely observing the piece of paper. “What’s wrong?” He focused his gaze on the paper as he continued to speak. “You never told me that you had another name.” “Oh,” I knowingly smiled. “Yeah. My mom was very fond of Greek mythology, so she gave me that first name. I’ve never really mentioned it to other people since I didn’t quite like it when I was young.” He adjusted our position, so now we were lying down face-to-face. “And now, do you like it?” I nodded my head. “I think it suits me quite well, don’t you think so?”

Let them underestimate you, they won't know what hit them. Finally taking my seat, my smile widened even more as my eyes fell on the name card in front of me. "Lucas Carmichael," it read. They'd used my full given name, an uncommon occurrence that strangely felt like another affirmation of my true self. Everything was falling into place, aligning in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was almost intoxicating.

The little guy frowned in dissatisfaction, "Don't I have a name? Call me Little Puffy!" "Little Puffy? Morgan frowned, "What kind of stupid name is this? Who came up with this stupid name?" Ashley next to him almost exploded in anger, why did this name sound stupid? This name sounds nice and has a good meaning. "Hmph, it sounds nice, okay? This is the name my sister gave me, I chose it myself! You said my name is not good, so your name is fine? Morgan Blackstorm... Hmph, it's not that good either! What kind of stupid name is this?"

He nodded again, opened his eyes to look at me. I cupped his cheek. "You can call me Nia. Not while I'm in charge, but you can call me Nia all the other times. Don't ever call me Petunia." I glared at him. His lips quirked up. "Yeah, I'll never call you that. That's seriously a crap name." I laughed. Nodded. "I think I had a name from my mom, but I don't remember it. The Petters call me Petunia. Shortened it to Pet, made it more humiliating for me."

He handed the paper to me, and I smiled when I read what he had written. "They’re all calling me the Don’s favorite because of how he had instructed them to bow to me?" I asked with a smile, and he nodded his head. "This would be the first time he has done that," he struggled to speak in English again. I found it funny, and at the same time, I loved the name. It hadn’t even been 24 hours since I came here, and they already gave me a name. It would’ve definitely been worse if they knew I was their Don’s woman.