Arti Nama Novels & Stories

Amaria became glum and inquired, "Don't you like the name, is 'Ammon' not to your liking?" "No, I love it, thank you mas- I mean Lady Amaria," Ammon said as he hugged her. "Just call me Amaria," Amaria frowned and glared at him. He chuckled and said, "Alright, Amaria." Amaria flushed slightly as she heard him say her name in his deep soothing voice. She had no idea what she was doing when she hugged him back. " Where are we going this time?" Teresa inquired, pulling Amaria out of the hug and pulling Ammon along, and replied, "Did you forget we planned on returning to Mana's Bloom?"

“I am so going to take you browse some cute dresses after this. Where’s your stay? Oh it’s alright, I’ll just ask Artie later.” Mac frowned. “Who’s Artie?” “Oh it’s the Minister. Short for Artaglia. I called him like that because we’ve known each other for a long time,” Rissiya smiled at him again. “I should’ve been able to guess that. This is Jai’s fault, I’m blaming him for my lost sense of common sense. Lost sense… Of… Common sense…” Mac frowned, feeling something a bit off with the phrase he just said but he knew it was not really grammatically error. Or is it?

the other brother steps forward at the mention of his name. "Where are you from, Amaris?" Zach asks as he slowly closes the distance between us, the other two flanking him. "Umm…" I say, biting my bottom lip. "I grew up in foster care," I mutter with a sad shrug. "So, I guess you could say that I'm kind of from everywhere and nowhere at the same time," I tell them, a pang of sadness hitting me when my brother's face flashes through my mind. I could tell them that I'm from Northport, but I'm not ready to answer why I'm not a part of their pack.

Arya smiled falsely and greeted in a weak voice laden with affection, "Ah my daughter has finally come." Indira held back her disgust and greeted back, "Hello, Father." Afterward, Indira's beautiful eyes passed over Arya Wiratama to look at the beautiful figure standing behind him. Even if photos and videos of Rahayu were posted all over the internet, even if Indira was sick of seeing that face all over the media all the time, Indira still couldn't help but be surprised that the beauty looked even more attractive in person. Rahayu Wiratama was as beautiful as a doll created by a technology called artificial intelligence. Rahayu gracefully tucked her soft hair behind her ear before gently gre

Vee rin naman tawag nya sakin lagi. He never called me Anika pero pag galit na sya sakin ay tinatawag nya full name ko but never nya akong tinawag na Anika. Does he hate my mom? He never mentioned mom to me and I never heard him say mom's name. Anika ang pangalan ng mommy ko at hindi na nga nakapagtataka kung bakit may Anika sa pangalan ko. "Oh, Anika. Napakagandang pangalan para sa isang napakagandang dalaga." Papuri nito sakin.

Maru said to the lady voice. "Affirmative, Maru." The female voice replied. "Good. Do you have a name, madame?" Maru asked once more to the lady's voice. He was curious about this woman. "Affirmative, Maru. I'm an Artificial Intelligence System." The female voice responded to Maru.

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."

my father asked Tora, who was struggling with eating her food. "Yes. It's an honor, my lord." Tora agreed and handed over Nita to him. "Goodness! She's tiny. Look, dear, she's as small as the twins when they were born," my father commented as he showed Nita to my mother. "Oh! How adorable! Her name is Nita, right? Let me give a blessing of good health so that she'll grow up strong like her aunt Arie," she babbled as she kissed Nita's forehead and blessed her.

And she doesn’t even have a phone. I let out a short laugh. Nothing about it was funny. I realized I was letting myself go loose around him again. I cleared my throat, trying to sound firm again. “What’s her name again?” “Aria,” he said quietly. “It means melody, in Italian.” “Melody,” I repeated, letting the word roll off my tongue. “Listen,” I said, all sarcasm already gone from my voice. “She is not like the others. She is here to serve a purpose.”

Even though Ardina is very afraid of this demon. "You know who she is?" Ardina shook her head and didn't even ask who the maid was. "She name is Nara, my daughter. My child is from a woman who makes my heart always pound. And because of her, my wife died while giving birth to her." Saying Asmodeus made Ardina dumbfounded. She stared at the waiter for a moment. The girl Ardina just found out whose name was very different from her father, arrogant, handsome, and mostly acting.