Your Name After Novels & Stories

“What about me?“ “Have you drank juice since then?“ “No. Too soon.“ “I understand. I'll drink it on your behalf.“ “Glutton.“ I gasped. “Is that your way of calling me fat?“ “No, baby. Don't spin this on me, baby.“ I let him off. “You're lucky. I love you.“ “Yeah, I am.“ He smiled. “Have you decided?“ “What?“ “The baby. Have you decided what to name him?“ “Yes.“ “Well, tell me.“ “Earl the Second.“ “After my father?“ He asked quietly. His voice was choking with emotion. “Yes, baby.“ I reached for his hands and squeezed them. “Are you sure?“ “Absolutely. If we have a girl next, we will name her after your mother.“ “We can name her after your mother.“ “Anything you want.“

“We’ve got three months before they arrive. You still want to wait to pick names?” “I don’t want to jinx anything,” I said, glancing at him. “But maybe we should at least make a list.” “Fine,” he said, turning to me with a grin. “How about Roman Jr. and—” “Nope.” He laughed. “You didn’t even let me finish!” “Because I already know where this is going. You’re not naming them after yourself. They deserve their own identities.” He mock-sighed. “You’re taking all the fun out of this.”

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

I realized that I had insisted on being anonymous when we met in the club and hooked up. Given the tragic situation after, it was excusable. “I’m Karyna,” I told him. “Not the usual Karina, the I is replaced with a Y,” I explained properly. “Karyna…” he drawled lowly, causing me to shiver. Just him saying my name turned me on more than I would have ever imagined. He had such a deep, nice voice. “Such a peculiar name. It’s not something I would forget easily,” “Not so, I was named after a customer care representative my mother spoke to online,” I told him, unsure of why I was even divulging this information to him in the first place.

And given how well the brothers seemed to be getting along recently, it would appear all the more unlikely. As Caden continued eating, he suddenly set down his utensils. "Mr. Young has given each of us a list of middle names, in preparation for our coming-of-age ceremonies. I have chosen Asher as mine. What do you think, Mom?" Grace's smile stiffened ever so slightly. "Weren't there any other choices?" "I like this one. Mr. Young said the name means harmony and benevolence, that I should cultivate a serene mind and act with kindness," Caden replied.

"Not trendy. Something that will still fit when they're forty." "I agree." He was quiet for a moment. "My grandmother's name was Mae. The one Ada is named after." "Mae." "For a girl," he said. "If it were a girl." I looked at him. "You've been thinking about this for a while." "Since Christmas," he said. "When Ada said it. The name. It's been in my head." "Mae," I said again. Trying it. "I like it." "We don't have to decide anything."

This is mine to rewrite. “So have you chosen a name?” Nathan's dad asks and I look up at Nathan who has a smile on his face. All the days before today, we had spent most of the time choosing the right name and nothing felt right than… “Hemel” THE END

After she was done with things in the office she decided to use the afternoon to go get herself a new car since she already got a driver’s license. In her driver’s license, she had to use her birth name, Hanan Gomez, and when her assistant saw it she was a bit surprised as to why she didn’t use Stephanie Quick since that is the name everyone knows her for. Hanan had to explain to her that Hanan Gomez is her birth name registered here in Italy, so she has to use it. That Stephanie Quick is just her American name and can only be used in America.

Elijah hummed before he jerked forward again and there was color in his cheeks. "So, my sister!" He squealed. "What's going to be her name?" "Are you going to name her after you so it's like we're twins? Eliana and Elijah?" He chimed and my chest exploded with laughter. "No, that would be way too confusing." I replied. "I never really understood why people do that, name each other after themselves—" "Maybe they love them so much that they want to remember them even when they're gone" Elijah whispered and I pushed a hard lump down my throat. "You know you're right."

Julia said while laughing. "Of course, I listen. What do you think of me?" He scoffed. "We also need to prepare a good packaging to attract customers, and maybe we can have a free taste to our classmates maybe they'll like it and would want to order," I suggest. "Very good!" Julia laughed. I can see how excited she is. "The name? Any idea? "Austin asked, looking at us. "Our name,” Julia said, smiling at herself. “Cara plus Julia is equal to Caia" Her eyes are smiling with excitement.