Arden Name Meaning Novels & Stories

This was a boy who hasn't grown in his physique yet. Akana snorted when he tried to hold back a laugh. Ceren meant sweet in the Moranian and was usually a maiden name. Ceren glared at Akana from under his bangs but relieved on the grip he had on the Cessare, who inhaled deeply to regain air in his lungs. "And there vanished the last of my dignity," sighed Cessare while Akana just stared. "You need to have dignity before you lose it," sizzled Tenera, who had not released Akana with her eyes.

Elora began to cry too: "I’m so happy for you. I don’t care about you stealing my thunder." "Tristan Auryn." Darian repeated, testing the name. "What does Auryn mean?" "Gold," Elora replied. "Well, then let’s skip the Goldacre and just call our son Omari. I don’t want to give Tristan any disadvantages by giving him a last name related to my father." Storm, Aeryn’s mate, had done a similar thing, giving his daughter only Aeryn’s late name and not his for the same reason.

Rosario slipped to the edge of his seat. Mr. Hunter didn't seem to absorb it. The name was similar to Aurora and he didn't quite settle with it. But one look at Damien's face and he beamed. It was his choice and he had every right to name his daughter after whoever he chose. Not that he was doing anything wrong naming his daughter after his wife. "Arianna… a pretty name." He relaxed back on the couch, showing his agreement. Madam Martha and Celine hugged each other. They could not name her any better. Arianna… the most holy. The meaning of the name and the air that sweet little girl brought with herself well matched. Holy like an angel. Holy like holy itself.

He replied. “If it’s not too much to ask, I would prefer to keep my identity a secret among the townspeople. Being known as the Prince’s rejected mate and the subject of gossip is something I would rather avoid,” Amani bowed her head in shame. “Of course, Amani. What would you like me to refer to you as?” Adam inquired. Amani furrowed her brows as she pondered a suitable name. One name came to mind that she thought was absolutely perfect. “Selene... it was my mother’s name.”

Angeline said, “Three’s name is Lilynn Ares. Four’s name is Susan Ares. Six’s name is Roxie Ares. Seven’s name is Chancy Ares. Eight’s name is Quinn Ares. Lil Ten’s name is Brooke Ares. Lil Eleven is Demi Ares. Lil Twelve is Darra Ares, and last but not least, Thirteen is Enya Ares. The elder sisters’ names were given to you by Daddy based on your personalities. Since the younger sisters are still young, their names all symbolize something small but great. I hope all the older brothers and sisters will protect them.” “I like my name!” The children burst into tears but were excited at the same time. Sis Six said, “Roxie Ares, as in dawn in Persian?” Jay smiled and nodded. “Lil Six has a heart

Adepe asked with an expressionless face. "I want to introduce you to my lovely daughter. She recently came back from school, so I thought it would be nice to introduce her to you." Lady Cathryn turned to her daughter, who was smiling widely with her eyes fixed on Adepe . "Her name is Amanda, but she's mostly called Ama." She gestured at her daughter, then to Adepe . "He is Mr. Peme." Amanda smiled and slightly waved her hand at Adepe . "Nice to meet you, Mr. Peme."

She smiled, "I’d would love to. What’s his name?" "Brand, it means fire in Dutch." "Storm, Fire, and Snowden?" she inquired. I raised an eyebrow, "you can’t really mock my name when you were given the name Aaro." She didn’t seem to like that remark, but like usual, she kept her mouth shut. "It was just a joke." I replied, and she smiled at me with her fake smile. "It’s fine." "Just let me take over. I can’t ruin things by talking." Brand joked.

"Aiden. Means 'fiery one.'" "No." "Okay. Benjamin. Means 'son of the right hand.'" "Maybe." "Charlotte. Means 'free woman.'" "I like Charlotte." "Adding it to the maybe list." He was making a list. Of course he was. But this time, it didn't annoy me. This time, it was endearing. My husband. Planning for our baby. Our baby with a heartbeat. Our baby due March 15th. Our baby who was currently the size of a blueberry but already completely loved.

All of her children, she had named, but not Howling Moon. “Sorry, the names came to me on the wind. If you don’t like them, we can change them.” Quinn told her. Willow shook her head, then smiled up at him. “I love the names. They fit them. Nita means bear, right?” Willow was so tired, but she wanted to know. Quinn nodded. “Armel in French means stone prince.”

I retorted proudly, as both names are unique as I thought. “And will you highlight, why have you chosen these names?” She huffed. “ ‘Sa’ from Samarth and ‘ara’ from you, means – ‘Sara’ and the ‘Ansh’ added in it means ‘Saransh’ – excerpt of Samarth and Aradhya,” I explained and her lips parted wide with a smile, soon I claimed them as they are only for me and delicious to have. ******************** Eight and half months later… # Aradhya’s POV