Your Name Novels & Stories

They all turn toward me. They’re waiting for a speech. I look at the crowd. I see my father. I see the ghost. I see the end. I open my mouth. I don't know what I’m going to say. "My name is..." The crowd stops. The silence is absolute. I look at the lens. I see myself. And I realize the truth. I don't have a name. "My name is..." I stop. I look at Liam. He smiles. "Your name is whatever they want it to be."

Oops! I kept my phone aside and started unboxing my parcel first. "By the way, Who is REN?" Apeksha asked causing a smile cross my lips. "Aaryan," I replied immediately. I knew she was not going to get satisfied with my answer as almost everyone gets curious to know why is it 'REN' so I explained to her it's meaning. A few days ago I was searching for a nickname for Aaryan but was unable to find any and then this REN thing came in my find, it was a silly one but I loved it anyway.

"In point of fact, we have been familiar with one another for a considerable amount of time. It's just that you all don't recognize me, so I'll go ahead and introduce myself again. My name is Izayah Rory Stone, but most people call me Izayah. It is a great pleasure to become acquainted with you."

while releasing my hand. "What's your business? You have no right to ask that! I don't know you either, why do I have to answer stupid questions like that! ” "Oh well, I was wrong. My name is Akira. I wonder if you are going to the blind date that our parents planned? ” while reaching out.

remember your name, who you where, who you are and all will be well, here take my hand and tell me your name ** [ my name... my name...goddess what's my name?] think think think, who am I, who was I? I was a wolf sprite that lived in the woods with my family, I try to imagine their faces, their voices, there names, if I could remember them then I'm sure I'd remember me, think!, think! I hear a voice as a distant memory { Charity! it's time to come inside! it's time to eat dear } that's it! that's my name [ I'm Charity! I'm Charity! my name is Charity! ] I reach out and take her hand, there's a blinding light before everything g

I eyed him, before taking my gaze away. "Hi everyone, my name is Moon." I said simply, and they all glanced at each other, mumbling things. I know they must be surprised to hear that, my name is kinda rare, never heard anyone else bearing same name as me, which makes me feel so special, and like a rare gem. "Moon?" Came the sweet voice again. I nodded, not sparing him a glance. I know he's shocked too, but I don't care what people think about my name, right?

“What is your name?” “Cas... Cas...” my voice faltered, and for a second, my mind went blank, struggling to think of something that wouldn’t give me away. “Cassie. My name is Cassie!” I finally blurted out, trying to sound confident, but it was obvious I was terrified. It was the only thing I could come up with at that moment. A name that even sounded fake to my own ears.

Righter of wrongs. Champion for the humans. Too bad he'd been in a bad mood for the last year. I dug my nails deeper into my skin. "Perhaps not." His eyes sparkled, and my breath hitched. "How about I tell you my name?" "Right. Yes. What's your name, and how can I help you?" I felt like an idiot, like a silly pink poodle with her tongue dangling from her mouth. He chuckled. "My name is Leolas, but my friends call me Leo."

She asked. “My name is of no consequence. You may call me Ty if you need a name.” I said. “Ty? I am Najera. What do you need the consult for?” Najera asked. “I have a God problem.” I deadpanned. “You will have to elaborate if you expect me to offer any help.” She said.

And more importantly… had Axel sent him? “I… yes,” I murmured, trying to avoid his gaze but failing. “My name’s Fred… What’s yours?” For a moment, I thought about lying or simply not revealing my name. But then common sense prevailed, and with a resigned sigh, I reluctantly let my name slip: "Kimberly." He let go of me but continued to watch me with an expression that suggested he had something serious to say. "Axel wants to talk to you." My heart raced, and the thought of speaking to Axel made my stomach churn. I wasn’t ready. Not even close. In a faint voice and with as much courage as I could muster, I turned to Fred, trying to sound firm even though my voice was almost trembling.