Iu Dear Name Romane & Geschichten

He parted his lips open, about to speak but hesitated again. He took a few steps towards me and reached for my hand. “My sweet pumpkin,” he said slowly. Suddenly, memories flooded my head and my mind was jumbled up with thoughts. “Can you recall something now?” He questioned after a while of silence. Of course, it was only one person who used to call me that. I can recall that now, but he was not a Cromwell. How's this person a Cromwell? The wealthiest and prominent family in the whole of London.

He couldn't get his mind off the fact that Alex had called Areiza so endearingly. Dear? Baby? Do people think that they can call others whatever they want now? Darren thought to himself. ”Don’t call her like that from now on,” Darren warned Alex with a long face. “Like what?” Alex asked as he tried to play dumb. “Dear! Baby!” Darren gritted his teeth and replied. “Wow! You are such a meddlesome ex-husband, aren’t you? What’s so wrong with me calling my girl ‘dear’?” Alex asked with a smile.

He was standing at the bar counter, a shot glass in his hand, but his eyes never left mine. I gently bit my lower lip, making my way towards the staircase and towards my room. However, I halted when I heard his voice. "Fiore mio (My Flower)," Matteo said, his voice soft. But I knew there was nothing endearing about what he had called me. Every time he used endearments, it felt like mockery, and I despised it. I turned to him and asserted, "I am Deirdre. Deirdre Tiaraoluwa Siobhan O'Sullivan. You can use any part of that name, and I'll respond to you."

The familiar ceiling above me came into focus, and the suffocating silence of my room settled around me. "Of course, it was just a dream," I muttered bitterly. That wasn't Molly. She'd never hurt me like that. I laughed again, though the sound was hollow. I propped myself up on my elbows, wondering how I woke up from the dream. My gaze fell on my phone, which now lit up beside me. The screen displayed a message from Charlotte. I quickly checked it out. [Jared told me about your daughter's passing. Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Was it an illness? We'll come visit you next weekend. Don't be too sad, Sophia.]

He looked very shocked. "Who are you? Do you know me?" I asked casually. ** The doctor diagnosed that I have memory loss after a serious accident. I was also unconscious for 7 days after the surgery. "...." I really don't know what to say. I also don't understand what is really happening. "My name is Oskar Pettersson and your name is Duna Delaporte," the silver-haired man said with a smile. I saw a sad glint in his eyes.

He smiled. “So, tell me. What is your name?” He asked, and I smiled. “Valeria”, I said, sitting up and crossing my legs. I saw him looking at my panties, but not like I mind. He isn’t getting any unless I allow it. “Valeria, beautiful name,” he said, smoking and puffing it out expertly. “What is yours?” I asked. “Declan”, he replied, and I smiled. His name starting with a D should have been my third reason that night, but I just kept going.

Mother gives me a faux look of annoyance. “My last name is Dea. What is Ashtons?” Spencer asks. “My last name is Deus.” Ashton whispers looking awestruck.

Jay let out a tired groan on the other end. “Of course I will need her name.” I scratched my scalp, trying to think of something. Nothing came. When a nurse with a file in her grip stopped in front of me, I heaved. “I'm guessing you also need her name?” She shook her head. “We recognized her as a patient discharged earlier today.” “If you don't mind me asking what's her name?” “Jenna Pascal.” I gripped my phone tighter. “You hear that? Her name is Jenna Pascal. Get every detail you can of her and forward them to me.”

The young and lively voice called and I spun to the side to see Deushikiki racing towards us. “Never mind, ma’am,” I told the old lady and turned to roll my eyes at Cayden and smile at Due.. Duish— Oh, fuck it. He got to us and I held him in place before he crashed into me. “Heyyy, you.” I smiled at him and asked. “Tell me what I can call you for short. At this point, it doesn’t seem like I’ll ever get your name right.” “Deu.” He smiled. “Due? Are you sure?” I asked, feeling slightly bad that I had shortened such a long name to three letters. Cayden just stood on the side, not saying a word and watching the both of us.