The Unspoken Name Novels & Stories

Previously, the LGBT Gang took the time to watch me perform at Clofus. "Really?" said Tiffany to Gabriella, "you don't know that Langley is that famous mysterious bassist." "I thought they wrote his identity in a magazine," said Brittany. "No, they didn't," Gabriella corrected. "They only wrote Che, his alias. Not divulging his identity. Is that right, Lang?" asked Leah. I nodded in confirmation, while Gabriella just laughed as she covered her face with her palms bashfully. "Come on, I don't want to talk about it anymore," Gabriella tried to avoid the conversation.

Anton said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, before Pietra added calmly as if she were just correcting a detail: “Her name is Rebecca. She’s a beautiful and very kind girl.” Her words were like a silent explosion in my mind. Rebecca. The name echoed in my ears, and suddenly the world seemed to lose focus. I felt a sudden dizziness as if the ground were about to give way beneath me. My heart raced, and a chill ran down my spine. I had to lean on the back of a chair to keep my balance. Is Rebecca pregnant with Eric? What kind of crazy story was this?

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

The unicorn spoke, “I can tell you what I can.” “Can you start with who you are? Do you have a name?” The unicorn laughed but it sounded like a small song playing, “All creatures have a name, child. I can tell you my lower realm name, which is Sylvrmane, but I cannot tell you my spiritual name.” She scratched her head, “Spiritual name?” “Yes, every creature ever created has a spiritual name and a lower realm name. Your lower realm name is, Evrah. That is what you are known by in the lower realms.”

*Nameless POV* “This is not sparkling enough, you worthless piece of trash!” Beta Diana yells while her little princess giggles. A slap on my face, a kick on my ribs and a spat on my face, I block her words and continue scrubbing the corridor. There is a much more inferior position in the Ruber pack than that of an Omega. It’s reserved for those not worthy of anything. Yes, that’s me, the nameless girl. No rights, no roots, no identity, not even worthy of a name. No one knows where I came from, if they do, they don’t talk about it.

It just made me feel guilty that I didn’t want to remember that. “ You okay, Jane? You’re spacing out,” Zaine said. “ Nothing, I just remembered something.” “ Oh, that song is my favorite. I don’t know the reason though,” he opened up. “ You sure? This song talks about unrequited love. The guy need to leave the girl for his reason but he did promise that they will see each other again.” I explained. He just nodded and got silent afterwards. “ Jane.” “ Hm?” “ Why do I always remember Cheska? Who really is she?”

I come up with the worst possible excuse. That's all I could come up with? "Um okay ?" She looks at me expectantly . She seems to have let it go . Good. Leo has become totally silent, why isn't he saying something? "Well we're in a hurry, so we gotta hush, " I say "Okay, no probs. What's your name ?" As though you don't know. "Nat" "Hills. Sophie Hills " I know god damn! "Nice name," I compliment her .

I went up to my room because my phone was ringing. "Oh, it was the girls." They sent the pictures that we took earlier, today was stressful for me. A lot of awkward moments happened, and I hope that will be the last one. And in my mind, I remembered Joshua, ey get him out of your head Dianna. Speaking of Joshua, he has the same surname as the one added me. Jacob Valdez, are they the same person? He looks kinda familiar, oh well I'm just going to accept him. It maybe Joshua who knows.

A presence waiting for the right moment. He didn’t speak. Not yet. But in the back of his mind, a name hovered, unspoken. Viper.

she said, stepping where the demonstration wanted to be and refusing it the dignity of anticipation, “we count.” Silas’s eyebrows performed a compliment. “Again? We’ll be late for modernity.” “And early for truth,” Evelyn said. She took the packet. “Names of the Unchosen,” she said to the room. “Kept so that forgetting is a choice.” A murmur moved through the cranes. Names have a specific gravity. Men instinctively brace their knees.