Novel & Cerita What's My Name What's My Name From Descendants

" The name, Jamiel Greenham. He is my ancestor, isn't he? So my great-great grandfather was one of the Founders of this evil society? And there's another name. Hannah Mae Klein. It sounds familiar. Wait. No, no. It's not possible. My mother's maiden name is Greenham, her real name before her marriage, is Loraine Klein. The fact is I don't know much about my mom's parents, because she doesn't like to talk about them and they are both dead. Does that mean one of the Founders of The Conditorem is my ancestress? I shut the book. I hear Mom has come home. Now it's time to have a talk, to clear the situation. I breath out heavily and get up, walking to the living room.

She was full of mystery, and he found it and her captivating. Much like his famous ancestor whom he was named after, he was the one who was often in the background, planning and listening. He always seemed to know everything about everyone. They often joked about their names. Every member of the team was a decedent of a famous warlord from Japan now generations later based in America. Each of them had the name of their very well known ancestor as well, which various slight changes made them unique. Though he wasn’t proud of what his ancestor had done, he found it a challenge to continue to live up to the name of the famous man, for all the wrong reasons.

Nellie answered confidently. “Correct, thank you Lady Locke. As you all know those three she just mentioned are the known descents. A descent is a person who is born or has the blood of these mystical creatures. Except of course for the god descents which have received the blessings of the gods, they are not offspring of god but only people who received their blessings. Though god descents do not have the blood of a god in their body they considered as the most powerful descent since their bodies are blessed with embers. Embers are the essence present in the realm of gods that supports the existence of the mystical creature and serves as their life force.”

"Oh, that. Grandpa wanted me to take his last name before I took over his business since I'm the only one who can. Besides, Smith was never a real last name." "What do you mean?" I furrow my brows. "My dad's father didn't have a last name, so his wife chose this generic last name as the family name." "What do you mean your grandfather didn't have a last name? Is he the descendant of Cher?" I am so confused.

I failed her. Cameron didn't think it was that simple. "Sera, there's something you don't know. Here in Jeriton, our branch of the Johansen family is considered secondary. My dad is the eldest nephew of my grandfather in Dirkane, but we're still under the main family's influence. "If they didn't want our branch to gain power, how do you think they'd handle it?" Seraphine started trembling. Her eyes snapped toward him. "Cameron, are you saying…"

said the girl who looked about two years younger than me. I took Jay's blue jacket, put it on quickly, pulled up my zipper, and walked beside him. "By the way, my name is Ruby." I opened up the conversation so we wouldn't be awkward. I should get close to at least one person besides Brian. She just smiled slightly, her cheeks flushed from the sun. "Great Lady is the name given to the descendants of the higher-ups in our tribe." "Exalted ones? Are there any great men here besides my grandfather?" she nodded slowly,

"Yes." "The community's representative who made the sealing request," he said. "They left a name. The name of the descendant who was supposed to come." She looked at him. "They didn't know the name," she said. "How could they know " "They didn't leave a specific name," he said. "They left a description." He held the page. "They said the descendant would come carrying the anchor's standing. That they would read the original language. That they would know the difference between ownership and responsibility."

“Is it yours?” “Yes.” I knew he was rich, but who the hell could afford to buy a castle? “This place must have cost a fortune.” “It didn’t cost me anything. I’m descended from the House of Alpin.” I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it. I didn’t know shit about world history. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means…” “My bloodline comes from royalty. My ancestors used to rule over Scotland. I’m the last living descendant of the house. Therefore, it’s mine.”

she exhaled my name softly, "No one knows this, but I am a direct descendant of Calandus... I am the daughter of Alpha Nelfas." The world tilted too slowly at this point, and I didn't understand what she was saying for a moment. Wasn't she Amelia's great-granddaughter from a different paternal lineage that had absolutely nothing to do with Calandus? "No," I breathed, shaking my head, my body rigid. "No, that's not—"

I can’t help but correct. “Niccoli then? How exotic.” “No. It’s…” I sigh, embarrassed. “Nicorati Giavano Bencarlo Derosso,” I rattle off the entire absurd mouthful scrawled across my birth certificate. “But not a single one of those names is really mine, alright? It’s just a list of dead relatives my old man liked a whole lot better than he did his own kids.”