Your Name After Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 1 v2: The Second Beginning My name was Avereza L Ban. But ever since I came here, my name was interchanged and I was called Ban L Avereza. My first name became my last. Ban is part of my title Banrah. But for some reason I was always call Ban because people find my first name hard to pronounce or they always make dumb mistakes about it. Before long I got used to being called so and even my family does so. I was the only one being called by my last name in the family and it didn't feel any different at all. If anything else I even forgot that this was my last name at all. So now that it actually became my name after the coronation, I am somewhat pleased. Well not so much as losing my

She used those insults to drive her forward because she knew the truth; everyone started weak, it was the decision to keep building on that that made one become strong. “So, Autumn, Aaron and Alex. Do you think your parents wanted you to match?” Autumn barked out a breathy laugh and fell to her back beside Nala. Her hands laced over her stomach, rising and falling with each drag of breath. “Coincidence. I’m. Sure.” It took a few minutes for her to catch her breath, but then she continued as if she had been mulling over the idea in the silence. “At least it is for my name. I’m named after the season I was born in.”

And of all the people he could partner with, he picked Alexander-fucking-Grayson? "What?" I asked, my voice betraying my disbelief. My eyes darted to Alex, whose lips curved into that infuriating smirk. He was enjoying this. Of course he was. "We were struggling to come up with a name," Dad explained, walking around his desk to sit down. "So I suggested yours. Simple and elegant!" "That was... really stupid, Dad," I stammered. "Why would you name it after me?" "Why? What's wrong with that, Sienna?" Alex interjected, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

I really admired that. "But now, I don't go by that name anymore, right? Am I Neil Lee now, or Neil Black?" Neil's question brought me back to my initial inquiry. It seemed the rules of the resurrection ceremony indeed exist. Before the ceremony, they didn't have a real name. It was only after the ceremony concluded that they were given the name Neil by the person who encountered them by chance. "Peter destroyed the name of Neil Lee, so now you're Neil Black. But if you don't like that, how about change it? Do you like Neil Cairn?"

And of all the people he could partner with, he picked Alexander-fucking-Grayson? “What?” I asked, my voice betraying my disbelief. My eyes darted to Alex, whose lips curved into that infuriating smirk. He was enjoying this. Of course he was. “We were struggling to come up with a name,” Dad explained, walking around his desk to sit down. “So I suggested yours. Simple and elegant!” “That was… really stupid, Dad,” I stammered. “Why would you name it after me?” “Why? What’s wrong with that, Sienna?” Alex interjected, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

as long as I could. He nodded. “Hmm, let’s start all over again. I will always be here by your side. From now on, I will only call you Alice.” I smiled. “Thank you, Azrael. Nevertheless, the name Alexandria will forever engrave deeply in my heart because mama Leia and papa Alexander give it to me. That name will always be special.”

Sally pressed her lips together, her heart uneasy. There… had been such a good atmosphere. At such a nice moment, why would she think about dying? Was it because she had become so used to seeing the highs and lows of life, or… “After you finish eating and go back today, tell Bennett that I’m changing my name to Nicole Summers. “And you are going to follow your mother’s surname. “If the Tate family wants to announce your identity, then let them do it. It doesn’t matter.” When the issue regarding her surname was brought up, Sally felt her heart warm again.

I reply, breathless, while Christian pulls the chair out for me to sit and sign. I stare down at the keepsake certificate with a smile on my face, my thumb hovering over Christian’s middle name; Ivano. Christian Ivano Roman. They’re such nice names. I think to myself. I let my eyes shift to the other side of the thick paper where my name sits. Hannah Sinclair. Only that something seems a little off. I don’t have a third name. I never have, yet there’s a huge space after Sinclair that indicates otherwise. Like something’s supposed to be there.

Andrei, you Obelix-looking piece of shit; I’m going to murder you with my bare hands, I fucking promise you. I offer them both a wry smile. “Then, since I will be your Alpha from now on, I’ll take the honor of giving you your names,” I say, watching as the surprise flits into their eyes. They look at one another, then slowly nod at what I have said. Their names will reflect who they are and what they aspire to be, so I choose strong names that will hopefully bless their paths and pave their futures. Unlike my father, who named me after a demonic wolf of lore.

"No. We name him now. Before the surgery. Before, before anything else. He deserves a name. Deserves to be, to be real. A person. Not just 'the baby' or 'our son.' A person with a name." "What name?" "I've been thinking about that. And I want, I want to name him after the beginning. After the thing that started all of this. After, after the moment that changed everything." "The auction?" "The moment I saw you. Really saw you. Standing on that stage looking terrified and brave and, and beautiful. The moment I decided to bid. The moment everything shifted. I want to name him after that. After, after beginnings. After chances. After, after moments that change everything."