Your Name The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

SHE STOPPED SCREAMING ONLY WHEN HER VOICE GAVE OUT. Stupid, she told herself. What did that accomplish? Not a thing. You're trussed up like a chicken about to be plucked and now you can't even peep a protest. "Just take the hood off, Hawk," she begged in a gravelly whisper. "Please?" "Rule number nine. My name from this moment forward is Sidheach. Sidheach, not Hawk. When you use it, you will be rewarded. When you don't, I will permit no quarter."

’ “No wonder you're injured! So, are you a good guy or a bad guy?” ‘I won't hurt you.’ As for whether he was a good guy or a bad guy, Hector himself didn't know at all. “Pfft! You’re so badly injured, so how can you hurt me? Don't act cool here, little guy! Oh, that’s right, I haven't introduced myself yet! My name is Penny.” After saying that, she wrote her name on the sketchbook and asked, “What's your name?” ‘Hector Marsh.’ Hector, Penny.

“I know. But hey—that’s a 50% chance. Better than zero.” He held out a piece of paper to me. I squinted at it. Hade. 21. A writer. “It’s pronounced Adi,” he said with a big grin. I almost laughed out loud. Adi? From Hade? God, it was kind of cute—but I quickly shook my head to snap out of it. No. Nope. Not going there. His name is Hade—spelled like hate but read like Adi. Same as Tycen’s username in COD, that video game where strangers shoot things together and talk like they’ve known each other for years.

I forced a smile. “Good, now you have me as a partner.” She linked her arm with mine. “I'm Baddy, by the way, what's your name?” “Caged butterfly,” I said as I tried not to cringe at the name. “Caged butterfly?” She pursed her lips. “How did you come up with such a name? Is there any story behind it?” “You can say that.” I held on tightly to my purse. “There's a story, but it's a long one.”

He didn’t hesitate to give her a reply. “My Chief Soul Weapon. Its name is Harbinger of Chaos. Harch for short. And I might say that it suits me quite well.”

She could sense it. ‘But I can’t run away. All paths were blocked!’ Agatha protested in her head. “Mr. Hamburger. What a pleasant day to meet you,” Adam greeted. “You piece of sh*t. My name is Hamborgor! Not HAMBURGER!” Adam shook his ear with his index finger and complained, “It sounds the same though. Hamborgor. Hamburger. But when I am looking at your face, you look like French fries. Your parents gave you a weird name.”

In fact, his doltish and oafish ways reminded Ding Hao about all those adorable square pegs in a round hole. But anyone who could make it this far could never be truly oafish or doltish. And Ding Hao knew better than to let his guard down. “What’s your name?” Ding Hao asked with a jovial smile. “My name is Arnold,” said the giant clumsily, “I’m from the Peak of the Solemn Moan of the Southern Wilderness. Now listen, you crybaby. Surrender now before it’s too late.” "The Peak of the Solemn Moan?!"