Adriana Name Meaning Novels & Stories

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

At this time, Amethyst looked down on him even more. What if the woman this Jonathan married is really an innocent woman? A woman with weak and low self-esteem? Isn't it a pity? And then, all of a sudden, Amethyst's ears perked up as she heard a familiar name. Dylan's name and the mafia's name, La Xiena Mafia. Even though the conversation was engaging for Amethyst, she still showed no interest in it. On the other hand, Miranda's eyes were still on her. She loves Jonathan, that's for sure, and her marrying him fueled the hatred in her heart. She's envy is unmistakable. She saw Amethyst as an underserving barrier to her own happiness.

Alexander Davis finally walks the premier with our lovely Kamaria. She's still twenty years old. But her sway, her attitude, her manner, and her posture clearly showed her upbringing. Her dark chocolate skin and her slender physique bring out the simple beauty of the dress that she was wearing. She had her own favorite designer for this kind of event. She had told me the meaning of her name. "Kamaria means moonlight Adriana, they said that's what my parents named me after." Her parents were gunned down by the rebels, and she was brought secretly to America by her uncle when she was twelve."

Her daughter had fallen into a fitful sleep against her chest, and Isabel prayed it would last until they found shelter. Isabel cradled her baby close as she trudged through the dark streets, each step agonizing and slow. Her daughter—*Adriana*. She had decided on the name the moment she looked into those innocent, wide eyes. It was a name that spoke of strength and hope, qualities Isabel desperately wanted for her child. Adriana whimpered softly, the cries of hunger barely held back. Isabel kissed her tiny forehead. “Hold on, my love,” she whispered. “I’ll find help.”

I don't know how I missed the most obvious thing in the world. Adriana is Dreaya’s daughter.

Adriana. Frowning, she tried to decipher it. Mateo was obviously Spanish for “lyfatthew.” Nunca meant “never.” She stared at the writing as she tried to remember Spanish lessons from high school. Suddenly it came to her: Matthew—never forget me. Adriana. So his wife had been called Adriana. Well, she’d certainly gotten her wish. He couldn't forget her.

Adriana de Luca was her name, a name that carried weight in certain circles, though she hadn't known it for most of her life. Adriana's entire existence had been a secret, known only to a select few who had sworn never to speak of her. Born to Antonio de Luca, the formidable patriarch of one of the most powerful crime families in Philadelphia and Mamaa, as she affectionately called her mother. Adriana's life had been almost completely shaped by her father's absence. Her mother, a very beautiful Romanian woman named Elena Petran, had met Antonio during one of his extended business trips to Eastern Europe. Their romance had been fast and fiery, a tempestuous whirlwind of stolen moments in diml

“Just looking at one person, they don’t look like either, but if you take a closer look, some of their features are like Conrad’s and some are like Fia’s. They are combinations!” Mary squatted down, holding a small hand of each child. She asked with a sob, “What are your names?” “Adrian!” “I’m Irene.” “Adrian?” Mary was stunned for a good two seconds. “They are definitely Conrad and Fia’s children! Adrian is spelled ADRIAN, right?” Adrian nodded with a stoic expression. “That’s it. It must have been Fia who gave him the name! It carries a part of her own name. Irene, your name is similar to Eileen, her best friend!”

"My name is Serena. Not Nadia." "Come now, that is merely a title you adopted to blend in with the high-ranking packs of the south." Adrian’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. "I will not address you by a name our parents didn't howl at your birth. You may despise our father, but show our mother that shred of respect."

Draven’s name somehow pricked my nerves and I raised a brow at him. “Well, Draven is not here, is he?” I countered back and he mumbled something to himself before shaking his head. “Adriana-” “It’s just a quick walk, I promise I won’t try anything funny. Please Vincent, I need a break.” I spoke softly and his expression grew softer at my words.