Your Name Novels & Stories

"Agreed. What should I call you, then?" "I was named before the first great hunter of Aidar. My birthname is Ykar, but they refer to me as Adur Ykar," "What does that mean?" I asked. The people of Tagar seems to have a title for every man and woman. I wonder what mine would be.

User: Good at what? Lydia: Making a random Tuesday night feel less lonely. Surprisingly, he stayed stingy with information about himself. Every time I tried to dig deeper about who he was, what he did, and why he reached out, he gave just enough answers to keep me hooked. Lydia: What's your name? User: Call me A. That’s all you need for now.

"Ah, I'm just asking for granted. Because your name is Meikha. I thought you were born in May. " “I was found in front of the orphanage in May. Therefore my name is Meikha. My orphanage mother gave the name Meikha. " "But what about your identity. You have a date of birth. " "Yes. I have. Even though it's not real. My lovely mother and I don't know exactly when I was born into the world. When I was a baby, I was found in a home. " "Okay, Meikha. I already know your name. Now I introduce myself my name is Jordan Lautner. "

“My name?” He turned back to the woman who looked eager now. “My name is Yoké.” Yoké turned back to me and said, he spoke with gestures. “What is your name?” I tried to think. He was asking for my name, and I just couldn't get to the answer. This made me feel a little frustrated because I felt like I knew the answer to this question. He was patient and gave me some time to think. After trying as hard as I could, I finally gave up. “I... I don't know."

He asked and she nodded in response. “Nothing much, Naomi was my mother, my name is Damien Harper, not Damien Robbin.” “Huh?”

he said, barely sound. Just that. My name. In the low resonant register that had been finding me since a seascape and a rainy afternoon and a bookstore in Pasadena. My name without anything attached to it, without Mason or Mrs. or any of the labels that had been placed on me by other people's requirements. Just me. Just Georgia.

In this fragile state, fragmented memories and emotions intertwined, creating a chaotic tapestry of confusion. Within the depths of my comatose mind, a single name echoed incessantly—a name that stirred something deep within my soul. "Zara ," I called out, my voice a mere whisper that seemed to dissipate into the ether. It was a name laden with significance, though its origins remained shrouded in the haze of my unconsciousness.

a nurse asked, already rolling her inside. “Anna,” I said. “Anna—” I swallowed. “Anna—” “Last name?” another voice pressed. I froze. I realized, with a sharp, humiliating jolt, that I didn’t know it. “Anna,” I repeated, uselessly. The nurse shot me a look. “Sir.” “Anna,” I said again, then dragged a hand down my face. “She works for me. Accounting. I—I don’t know her last name.” There was no judgment in the nurse’s expression, only urgency. “We’ll figure it out. Stay here.”

“And did it bother you when they tease you about your name?” “Hmmm, sometimes it did, but then I can't hate my name right?” “That's the spirit, who cares about people's opinion” I smiled at her “So when will you tell me yours?” “My name?” “Hmmm, I want to know your name too'’ “I don't think my name is important though but yeah I'm Deon Calign” “Why do I feel like it sounds familiar” “Nhhh it don't” I waved it off and finally stood up after gulping down my wine,

Can I, do it? "Yeah sure," I gladly answered even though the truth is I'm hesitant. Will I able to make that on time? "Yes, we will expect you on Monday...ahm, what's your name again?" Aiden asked me. I glance at Tagan before answering Aiden, remember my name Tagan. “Yashashree Celine Amora,” I said. "Yashashree?" Aiden asked, obviously weirded out by my first name. “Yashashree means the Goddess of success, right?’ Tove asks.