Your Narrator Real Name Novels & Stories

My real name. **Serenya Lopes** Written at the very top of the page like a title heading. My breath catches. I say it in my head, hearing it in a voice I don't think belongs to me. Serenya. I sit frozen, staring at the name like it’s a ghost, and maybe it is. I buried it. I buried everything connected to that past. But the book…The book digs everything back up in seconds. My eyes trail downward. There are words written beneath it.

The situation will allow me to stop the female and male protagonist from seeing each other. 'This should be alright.' Jana make a great deal of showing reluctance then giving in. "Fine. You should provide me the proof. I'll make an article and release it to the media directly." George smiled. "Then, you should give me your name, Bernice. Your real name." "Janella Hawks. But you can call me Jana." "Janella..." His smooth voice ran over the name. It tickled Jana's ears. 'Be still, my heart. That's not my name, why am I even flustered all of a sudden?'

My eyes narrowed when I saw that it was a text from Tina. Now that you know who I really am, Adonis, I think I should let you know that I lied the very first night we met. Oh yes. I am Pandora Tina Perez, and some might call me a murderer, but all I do is put bad people in the place they belong.

She got there and screamed at the top of her voice, just then someone tapped her shoulder, she turned, "Darey," she whispered, and flung herself on him, crying, He held onto her for some time, then she let him go, they sat down, both in deep thoughts, replaying what had happened in their homes. "We should go," blurted out Nora, "To where?" Asked Darey, "The other side or whatever it is, I am tired of living like this, I need to know the truth," said Nora, "My parents told me some things, and my real name is Prince Alstin Hartley," said Darey laughing mockingly,

A hazy survival tip from one of those crime shows clicked in my head, make the attacker see that you’re a real person, not just a nameless witness to a murder, or something like that. "My name is Ugo Chike," I announced. He looked at me like I was crazy. "Right. I've forgotten you know that already. You told me yours, didn't you?" I asked, my full stomach lurching as the Audi sped into a curve. He nodded. "Maxine."

I turned my eyes on him in a glare, "before I was rudely interrupted, when I aided you and you asked my name when I was going to go, I thought about it and told you my fake name because you know, that 'stranger danger' rule." "Was that your very long story?" he looked at me with an amused expression which suddenly turned to confusion, "Wait a minute, you said you told me your fake name. What is your real name, then?" "Yep," I shrugged, nonchalantly, "and my real name is Angela. Now you tell me your story who a-" I abrubtly take a stop when sudden realisation dawned on me. He had just killed someone. He practically murdered those guys without any remorse. He kills people. He's a killer.

“So, today, I will be asking three questions which I’m sure everyone in London would love to hear your answers to.” “Sure,” I answered nervously. “The first question is about the video clip released a few days ago. According to my sources, it was recorded by you. What’s your relationship with the whole situation?” I took a deep breath, maintaining composure. “My real name is Gabriella Wilson,” I finally revealed, defying my promise to my mom. “For those who know, my family died in a fire twenty-three years ago.” “Wow, you survived. How?” Miss Zoe exclaimed.

he tried to comfort me. "Wait, I forgot to ask your name," he replied again. Natigilan ako bigla sa tanong niya. Why do I feel that I don't want to use my real name? "My name is Erin and you?" I choose to fake my name. "I'm Eros." he introduced himself. "Your name is gorgeous," he replied once again. "And so yours," I said. "So why don't you try to write some poetry? You know it's my ease." he brings back the topic.

"I don't do sympathetic profiles," the journalist says. Her name is Sera Finn, which I noticed when Soren introduced us and which I noticed again when it landed, the name Sera, the same name as my mother, and I decided that was not a sign of anything and also decided I was paying attention to it anyway.

He held his glass once more and poured a drink before bringing it onto his lips. "Now tell me, who am I? Who am I in your life?" He asked in a hoarse voice. I stared at him directly onto his eyes. His eyes pierced right through my soul, seemingly telling me to confess everything although it's not important. "Your real name is Hezekiah Grant and I'm... I'm your wife," I muttered subconsciously. He straightened on his seat. He looked at me ruthlessly as if he wanted to swallow me whole. "It d-doesn't matter, who am I to you right?" I said with heavy breathing.