Your Name Novels & Stories

Folding his arms, he asked, "Are you a failure, Paige?" *Hi Guys, the title of this story is, "My Little Sunshine." You can find it among my stories. I hope you enjoy it.❤️

The doctor asks, raising three fingers in the air. I try to focus on the doctor's question, but my mind is still foggy. I squint at his hand, trying to count the fingers. "Three," I croak, my voice still hoarse. The doctor smiles. "That's correct. You're doing great. Can you tell me your name?" I hesitate for a moment, trying to remember. But my name is the one thing that's always been constant in my life. "Aria," I whisper. "Aria Hayes."

I simply let the word settle deeper into my body. *Home.* Not the apartment downstairs that I had kept like a packed bag by the door. Not the temporary arrangement I had been careful not to trust. This. The bed. The man. The quiet. The life we were slowly, deliberately building inside these walls. *Notice the alarm.* It checked in, softer than usual: *Naming it makes it real enough to lose.* *Name it.* Fear of loss. *Check the present.* His breathing was steady under my cheek. His hand moved once in a slow stroke down my back when he felt me wake. The present held.

“You seem very interesting. What’s your name?” “Yanis.” Buchanon frowned. “Is this your name?” A faint trace of hilarity flashed across Yanis’ bright-colored eyes. “Yes, in Hebrew, it means God’s grace.”

the man replied flatly. Fair. Xander stepped slightly in front of Zade—not aggressively, but protectively. “We disabled their trackers,” he said evenly. “If we were still theirs, you’d already be surrounded.” The trio exchanged glances. One of the women—short hair, scar across her cheek—narrowed her eyes. “Names,” she demanded. Xander hesitated. Zade answered first. “Zade.” A beat. “Xander.” The man frowned. “Ironclad cadets.”

he said. Bella lowered her face. "But nevermind" He said and she looked at him, "I'll properly introduce myself to you." he added. Bella was interested. "My name is Gerald Smith. I am the the only child of my parents. My dad is the owner of Codes, a technological company that specializes in creating apps, websites and the likes of it for phone manufacturing companies, banks ecetera ecetera." He said. "Wow! You're a millionaire" she said.

I say, shaking his hand. "Deep." He says this, still holding my hand. "Sorry, what?" Maybe I didn't hear him well. "Deep. My name is Deep Moore." Okay, I know I lost my memory, but since when did "deep" become the name of a person? "Your name, your real name, is Deep?" I ask, just to confirm, because it sounds both funny and somehow sweet. In a naughty way, sweet. Deep, huh? "Yes. It's in my ID. You wanna see it?"

Akane cut off his conversation, afraid his talk will take long, "So, what's your name?" The lively guy stops shaking their hands like he was taken aback from a sudden question, and continues, "Ah, I forgot, they called me Zhi, not an alphabet letter 'Z' but 'Z-h-i', I'm Zhi. Nice to meet you, hope you will take care of me."

I'm casually the street type one who can get along with the street dogs, freely. "You're so mean, Klenz." She eyed his son asking me my name again, I almost forgot that she was asking me my name earlier. "Uhmmm... My name is Kamesh. Hope Kamesh Davidson." I answered softly and gently that I wanted to choke. If Kashna was here I'll bet my plates that she's probably laughing her ass off the floor by now.

“You want to know my name?” I didn’t know what to say so I just stared back at him until he answered. “It’s Six.” A shock plastered on my face. Six? It's Seven! His name should be Seven! What happened all these years? “Then shall I call you Seven."