Your Narrator Real Name Novels & Stories

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?'

She said while looking away from him. "Sure." He said and started walking quietly. "I need your help though." She said this time looking at him. He smiled with excitement as he looked at her. "Of course, anything you want." He said with an assuring face. "My real name is Amber Garcia, I know you are a very powerful man and can easily find out about me, but please don't do that. Let me figure things out on my own. Please promise you won't look me up" she looked him straight in the eyes wanting to see his reaction to the little truth she has unleashed. He looked calm and thought for a while then responded.

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."

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.

There’s not much left to do besides be thankful for the way things concluded, and also conclude a few things for myself. It is time to do a little bit of revealing. I’m sure it’s obvious that I’ve always changed the names of the people involved in these blogs in the interest of disclosure. So believe it or not, but Mr. Perfect Match isn’t in fact his real name. No, his real name is Gabe and he is incredibly smart, and wonderful, and every bit as amazing as I have described.

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.