Your Narrator Real Name Novels & Stories

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 took it. " My name's Natalie. Natalie Maddox."

"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.

Kas’s POV Hi. My name is Kas. Well, actually its Iokaste, but please don't call me that. You’ll have to excuse my language. I try not to swear much, but a lot of really weird shit happened that got me to this point in my life… err… death… no… rebirth? I’m not sure exactly what you would call it, and I don’t really have time to explain right now. I’m kind of in a hurry. Someone could probably write a book about it. I bet people would read it, but no one would believe it’s a true story. It would have to live on the fiction shelf.

My hands and feet had turned cold as I began to narrate to him, “I woke up, I woke up in the hospital and found myself in this body. I don't know how, I swear, I don't know what happened,” His expression turned from anger to confusion as he continued to look at me, “What's your real name?” He asked me. “Natalie,” “How did you die?” “I was burnt alive by my husband and father-in-law,” he cringed as he heard those words. “What?” He asked like he didn't hear me clearly, “You were burnt alive by your father-in-law and your husband?” His facial expression now switched to pity.

His brows inched up. I pulled a chair in front of his desk and allowed myself to sit. “I was hoping to convince you to start working on something.” A nervous smile curved my lips. His dark eyes locked on mine. “Are you truly a reporter, Ms. Duncan?” I inhaled deeply. “No… And my current name isn't Duncan.” A frown creased his forehead. “Then I believe my time for you is up. I do not appreciate people playing games with me.” “Please… I had reasons to lie. I couldn't tell you my real name through the phone,” I said before sucking in a sharp breath. “Just like you had reasons to change your name…”

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I heard myself say, “I'm not Darius McCallister.” “What's your name, Darius?” The girl asked. I opened my mouth to speak again, and I said, “I'm Sadie WestFall.”

“I should’ve been honest from the beginning. But I didn’t know how. I didn’t even know how to explain myself without sounding like a villain from some fairy tale.” Her silence told me to go on. So I did. “My real name,” I said, lifting my eyes back to hers, “is Cassian. Son of Carlton. And no, I’m not in support of my father. I’m not even on speaking terms with him anymore. Haven’t been for years.” Her lips parted, a faint tremble to her jaw. I saw the moment she pieced it together. Saw the horror and recognition settle into her eyes like dust on glass.

But those dreadful memories have become a part of me now. I went downstairs and went to the kitchen to drink water. A smile automatically crept on my face when I remembered what happened here last night. Namit Khanna, WHO IS THE REAL YOU? The one I have read and heard about or the one I have met?How could I give my answer when I don't know who is the real you? With having Namit in my thoughts I went outside. Even though there is a huge lawn around themansion , I thought of going to the the nearby park. Going alone was really exciting me. I went towards the main iron gate but was stopped by someone.