Your Name Novels & Stories

“When translated it means the wolves temple. It know as the birthplace of the first wolf. It is known as a sanitary for wolves who ever need it. Layla nodded, before she broke down the gates in her mind, the chaos of voice spilled to all the corners of her mind, unbelievable excruciating. ‘Alphas’ Layla’s inner voice called out to them. All the voices became soft, almost disappearing entirely. ‘My name is Layla Lancaster, I am the last identity, and I am calling all the alphas to meet me at Mapere Temberi, I am in disparate need of your help.’ Layla spoke, her voice echoing in her mind. Questions upon questions, came rushing towards her, but she only answered those that need to be answer at

I asked. “I can give you my name if it helps." “Ok what’s your name?” "My name is Dragodeus.” “Dragodeus? Hmm, that’s a cool name but how about Drago?” “Yeah, I’m fine with that.” I smile at my new found friend. Even though I haven’t seen his face, it’s still nice to talk to him.

That’s a very good thing your mommy taught you sweetie but I’m not a stranger, I’m mommy’s friend from a very long time ago. You are? Yes, yes I am, tell you what I’ll tell you my name first how’s that? O-Okay My name is Dastan, Dastan Lemos, what is your name?’ I-It’s Daisy Daisy, what a pretty name for a pretty girl, now can you tell me what happened to your mom?

The girl nodded vigorously: "Thank you! If it weren't for you, I would have given up long ago. Can you tell me your name?" "Amelia Cromwell," Amelia replied. "A-M-E-L-I-A."

A girl in a pink tutu twirled past me. Yeah, that was me… a younger and brighter me. My mother knelt beside her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Chin up, Jasmine,” she whispered. “You are a Goldwyn.” Jasmine. My name is Jasmine. The images shifted. My father’s laugh echoed through the halls. The boardroom. My signature. The merger. Arnold’s hand in mine. His vows. His lies. His tongue in Joanne’s mouth. The lake house.

I S A B E L L A "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄?" The man says as I danced on him. He wouldn't shut the fuck up and he's really starting to annoy me. I just need information from him so I can destroy his fucking career and kill his ass. Stephan Bambi.

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I said and laughed by the last line I have uttered. Hmmm... What should I name myself? I like the one that starts with the letter ‘R’. Rayver? Rayven? Rai? Rain? Raisin? Ugh! It’s hard to think a good name that will fit this goo-looking body. Aha! I know it. Reign. Reign Thunderstorm. That sounds nice. “Mr. Assistant, I have already came up with my name. From now on, I am Reign Thunderstorm, 18 years of age!” I happily exclaimed out of excitement.

"What's your name sweetheart?" "Nina. Nina Smith Willow." Nina... "What was your name again?" she gives me a strange look which I get but I need to double-check this. "It's Nina Smith Willow. Why?" I shake my head as her name sinks in. "I thought you said a different name that's all sweetheart." She shrugs her shoulders while my mind reals. I feel like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs.

I glared at him, lifting my hand to show him I was serious. He quickly spoke up. "My name is Zain. Zain Ahmed." He smiled at me, taking a few steps closer to me. I raised an eyebrow at him. "And how do I know you?" I asked. He stopped walking towards me, at a few meters away when he realized that I didn't appreciate the closeness.