When I Get My Name In Lights Novels & Stories

To think that in another corner of the world, a brother who shared my blood and my exact face had been searching for me all this time. “Julian…” With red eyes, he leaned down and wrapped me in a tight embrace. “I’m here. I’ll always be here. From now on, there will only be light in your life.” I nodded. That was right. My name was Clara Vance now, not Ella Long, and it certainly wasn’t Ella Mercer anymore.

He let out a small huff, "You owe me more than just that." I looked up quickly, our eyes locked, and suddenly I found myself lying down with him close. "I meant what I said before. I want you to be with me." I tried to wriggle free, "Mr. Lloyd, you can't be serious, please let me go." His eyes looked so sad, and I felt a tear from his eye touch my face. "Wendy, don't you remember me at all?" "Mr. Lloyd, you..." "Just call me Thomas."

If he had known my last name I knew he would have tried to find out more about it but now even if he does I am already Luna. It's time to activate my plan and destroy him forever. “Why does the name sound familiar to you?” he sighed and then shook his head. “Let's have a dance,” he whispered. I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. It's been a while since I celebrated this way, I bobbed my head and then he gestured for a song to be played. As we both danced and brought peers toward us, I couldn't help but think about when my pack would throw a party like this.

Chapter 5 Freya That Morning A knock jars me awake. Sharp, rhythmic, too intentional to be Lilith. I blink against the morning light seeping through the curtains. The knocking comes again—faster this time. "Freya!" Nixon's voice was smooth and too awake for this hour. "We're going school shopping today. Let's go, sleeping beauty." Half-asleep, I stumble to the door, yanking it open without thinking. Wearing nothing but a tank top and underwear, and my hair is a total mess.

It's easy and I get a lot of money from it. I know.. sometimes the target's partner will try to find me but no one can. I'm invisible and I'm good at it. I never even give anyone my real name. All they know is that I'm Red and I will live all my life with that name. Let's see.. I have another missing later on tonight at 8. Let's do this..

Naglakad lakad muna ako sa campus at napadpad sa canteen ng Business Ad department nang matanaw kong muli ang lalaking nakita ko kahapon. He's alone. Busy siya sa pagha-highlight ng kung ano sa librong hawak niya. Kinuha ko ang lighter sa bag ko bago naglakad papalapit sa kaniya. "Is this yours?" I asked him. Umupo ako sa tapat na upuan niya. He's wearing a dark grey polo and black pants. He first looked in my hands where the lighter is then he finally looked at me. I smiled. Sinusubukang bumawi sa inis na dinulot niya sa akin kahapon.

“GG, you’re next.” My heart tightened. The host went back on stage, still smiling widely. “Wasn’t that amazing?!” The crowd roared in agreement. “Caro! Caro!” some were still shouting. “And now,” the host continued, “let’s welcome the mysterious rising star… GG!” The lights dimmed. My name appeared on the big screen. I took a deep breath and walked toward the stage. As I stepped out, the bright lights hit my eyes. But I could still hear them—

“Angel. That’s your name now. With that golden hair and those doe eyes, you look like one.” My lips trembled. “Angel?” “Yes,” he hissed. “Angel. Remember it.” The crowd cheered. Whistles pierced the air. The sound of bills being snapped against tables echoed like applause. I swallowed hard, forcing my lips into something like a smile. “Thank you,” I whispered shyly, though my voice was drowned by the roar of the room. The spotlight hit me like fire. For a moment, I couldn’t move. My feet stuck to the floor of the cage, my body stiff under the eyes of hundreds. All waiting. All hungry.

I let it drop to the concrete at my feet. It hit with a quiet sound, swallowed by the silence that had fallen over the pit. I didn't need it anymore. Not after this. Not after Mira had ripped the last of the pretense away in front of a hundred people. Zane was out there somewhere. Watching. He always was. So I looked up at the crowd, bare-faced, dual bloodline still blazing behind my eyes. I spoke. "My name is Luna Ghost." I let the words carry, the way Zane had taught me, with weight, with authority, with the full force of what I was underneath the skin.

Or as it is in my current situation, make an eye contact with someone and they might pay you to dance for them in a private room. Money. Make more money. That's all there is to it. It's that simple and that complicated. And no matter my personal views on money, I need it. I need it more than anything. Lavender. My eyes whip to the left, an automatic reaction to hearing your name, even if nobody has called you by that name in a year. People here know me by Marissa, and the watchers know me by Poison Ivy. I brush it off and continue swinging my hips. This must be some sort of sensory deprivation shit or something. Maybe the lyrics of the unfamiliar song the speakers are slamming sound like my