Iu Dear Name 소설 & 이야기

I say, shaking his hand. "Deep." He says this, still holding my hand. "Sorry, what?" Maybe I didn't hear him well. "Deep. My name is Deep Moore." Okay, I know I lost my memory, but since when did "deep" become the name of a person? "Your name, your real name, is Deep?" I ask, just to confirm, because it sounds both funny and somehow sweet. In a naughty way, sweet. Deep, huh? "Yes. It's in my ID. You wanna see it?"

“And did it bother you when they tease you about your name?” “Hmmm, sometimes it did, but then I can't hate my name right?” “That's the spirit, who cares about people's opinion” I smiled at her “So when will you tell me yours?” “My name?” “Hmmm, I want to know your name too'’ “I don't think my name is important though but yeah I'm Deon Calign” “Why do I feel like it sounds familiar” “Nhhh it don't” I waved it off and finally stood up after gulping down my wine,

Now that’s called an offer. “Alpha Zarek ! Alpha Valen ! I will personally see to it that none of them prank you, else I will grill them in the Cliff of Fires,” I solemnly said. Don’t think I am any cute, Vanilla teenager either. ‘Devil’ is my middle name and I of course didn’t mean any of it. “Now the offer is very tempting but sorry kids, we are not idiots to fall for your tricks again and again, and Ty, it is Dad for you too,” Alpha Valen grinned and I returned the same with a nod.

I heard a new voice and saw Dileep asking her while walking in the garden. “No!” She replied in a low tone. “I will assist you. Will you play with me?” he asked little pleadingly and then I remember grounding him not to go outside for breaking the glass. “Ok!” She replied, nodding. “What is your name? I forgot!” He asked, looking at her. “Mridula! Yours? I didn’t forget, but I don’t know too.” She asked, and I laughed shaking my head. “Dileep, The Prince of Ivaan.” He said as usual, and I rolled my eyes already used to his title usage with his Dad saying it when he was a kid.

I asked them once the shock finally wore out. “Yes.” Morina smiled as she looked at her husband, nodding for him to say it. “Diana Mareya Delphia.” Arden said, smiling back at Morina tenderly. “But we’ve been calling her Reya or Ana as a nickname.” I smiled and struggled against the tears that welled up in my eyes, sniffling against Dorian who held me until I was calm again. “What about you two?” Arden asked, looking at his nephew as he slept in his fathers arms. “You haven’t told anyone his name yet and the official announcement is due soon.”

He truly did have a death wish. Darryl smiled lightly at the enraged expression on Granny Rafflesia's face, continuing to speak. "Oh, my my… You've got quite a temper, haven't you? Planning to take revenge? Ho ho, a great general like me can't have some old hag threaten me like this!" As he spoke, Darryl's mind raced before he continued, "Listen up! My family name is Dee, and I go by Yorda." Darryl put on a condescending expression as he spoke.

He winked and grinned. Why does the thought of living in the same house with him bring me so much joy? “Are you… Sure? I don’t want to be a bother.” “Maria, you are not a bother.” He muffled. I bit my lips and smiled. A question suddenly popped into my head. “What is your name?” I asked. It’s late but better late than never. “Declan.” He muffled. His name is just as beautiful as those sexy eyes.

Alexa p.o.v "Hi, guys... I see you're tryna build a house, do you mind if I join?" I asked. The kids stares at me and quickly turn back to their sand houses. "Oh, I forgot to tell you my name. I'm Alexa Dex... Mind if I know your names?" They still didn't reply me, they are just busy building their houses. "Listen guys, I'm not a bad guy... I just saw how beautiful your houses are and wanna be your friend"

They love him dearly and he will be missed. “Who knows what these people know. I think you need to increase the amount of guard’s we have around Grace.” Damian suggests. I think back on the note. “Who calls you Damo?” I ask him. He looks at me. “What?” he asks. “Who calls you Damo? I haven’t called you that since we were kids.” I tell him. He pulls a face. “I haven’t been called that since I was a kid. Most people call me D, Dee-man. anything like that but no one calls me Damo anymore.” He speaks.

He’d wanted to know the guy’s name so he could do a background check. Sean Colmes was the man I’d met online, and Deacon had dubbed him “P-Diddy” because he had the same name as the singer, only spelled differently. Anyway, the date didn’t amount to anything—he didn’t knock my socks off. I hadn’t been on a date since then, but it had felt good to return to the dating scene. Lord knows I needed the practice.