Amaris Nickname Novels & Stories

“You heard me. I know who you are. You can decieve everyone but not me.” Amaria cocked her head, feigning confusion. “No. My name is Urmi.” “You’re Amaria.” Amaria’s smile faltered just slightly, then curved into something sinister. “Nymeria…” She touched her lips as though she had let the name slip carelessly. “Oops.” She waved a hand dismissively. “I have nothing to discuss with you. You should leave.” But when she turned, Nymeria’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist.

ALLISON. “I think it suits her. Don’t you, Amaris?” Wesley said. “It has a nice ring to it,” Mason commented. “You pick a nice name, Allison,” Liam approved. River also gave me a smile. He seemed to like it too. “Amaris,” I whispered while stroking her little hand. A gasp escaped my lips when she smiled through her closed eyes as if she were hearing her name in her dreams. “Yeah, I think she likes her name too,” Wesley said, chuckling. “But I’m sure Amaris would appreciate it more if her mother would fully recover.”

she cried, and Javier picked her up and twirled her around. “This is Zuleima,” he said to me. “She’s six. Zuli, I want you to meet a very good friend of mine, Tio Adam.” She smiled shyly and then looked down at Javier’s shoulder. “That’s a very pretty dress,” I said. It was decorated with white snowflakes. “Are you a princess? Because you look an awful lot like Princess Elsa.” “I do!” she said, and she smiled at me. Another girl, a couple of years older with a mass of dark curls, rushed forward, and Javier managed to scoop her up in his other arm. He introduced me to her; she was Ariella. “A to Z,” I said to Javier.

"I'm less than nothing. I'm the mistake everyone wants to forget." We heard footsteps echoed down the hallway and turned to see other staff members heading to their rooms. They looked at us, at me specifically with different expressions ranging from pity to contempt. One woman, who was a bit older stopped in front of us. "You're the one," she said to me and it wasn't a question. "I'm Amaris," I replied. "I know who you are," she said. "Everyone knows the omega carrying the Alpha's bastard." "I'm just trying to..."

And for just a baby to suffer such darkness, her heart bleeds for her. "Ahm...we are sorry for not knowing your name. But I can give you one. You like that?" she sadly mumbles without expecting a response. "Hmm... let's see. I am Amara and mom told me it means immortal in Sanskrit. So how about I name you, Amari?" after being thoughtful, she sweetly smiles while looking up at Luther. "Amari is a great name. It also means strength in Hebrew. She will love her name, pumpkin" Luther readily agrees and it immensely comforted her.

Amari seemed to act uninterested in Rem's attention. Rem glanced back at me one last time before finally leaving us alone. Amari then turned to me and bowed, “Luna Arya.” I smiled, “Amari, don’t call me Luna, I have been away from the pack and hadn’t undergone the ceremony properly.” I then chuckled, “I haven’t seen you for a long time. Can I get a hug?” She was looking down and then her eyes went up to look at me in confusion, “Pardon, Luna? Can you repeat what you said?”

“Alessandra. Ugh, they still feel so similar. It can’t go on like this. It’s weird. What if... You can call me Ari.” “Ari?” “Yes. Ari,” she said with a faint smile. Ari was her nickname in her previous life. Her family and friends used to call her this. She felt weird to hear it again after eighteen years. “It’s my nickname,” she added. “Who calls you by this name?” he asked. “No one.” “Yes,” he smirked, “Then I will gladly call you Ari.” That time, she did not understand why he smirked. She did not know that this man wanted to be the only one, no matter what it was.

"Wh-what?" "I'm asking for your name," he repeated, his voice steady and deliberate, as if trying to ground her. Her mind raced, still foggy from the memory that wasn't hers, and she blurted out, "I don't want to tell you my name." Alaric raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on his lips, clearly amused by her stubbornness despite the fear in her eyes. "Then you shall be 'Slave.'" He turned to leave, but just before he stepped away, he paused, glancing over his shoulder with a commanding look. "And remember, 'Slave,' you are to follow your master." His smirk returned as he strode off, leaving Amaris frozen, her heart pounding in her chest.

Nico defended himself. Grandma turned her head to look at me,as though she had just noticed my presence then. I smiled at her since I didn't know what to say. "And who is?"She asked Nico in a polite voice, "She's called Amara.She's my fated mate."Nico held my hand,as though she was proving to grandma that indeed I'm his mate. "She's so beautiful."She complimented and I could only smile. "Come in,I'm sorry I forgot to invite you,"The old lady smiled.