Arti Nama Novels & Stories

"How are you?" The girl smiled sweetly and raised her thumbs. Mother Hua smiled and rubbed her back gently. "Thank God.." "Listen to me, girl. From now on… your name is no longer Blu. Starting from today, your name is Arissa. Do you hear me? Arissa Nova. You are the best woman and mother ever. Nova means strong and brilliant. You are a tough woman and a fighter who is blessed with a very beautiful face. You’ll have a wonderful future and I am sure you will be an amazing woman…. ”

I asked. “Oh shit!!! I forgot I am up up and away…I mean in the airrrr…..but Arsy darling, where are we going??” “Arsy darling?? Where did that come from??” I asked as I chuckled softly by the name she called me. “You don’t like it?? It’s short for Arsenio…your name is Arsenio and so I just felt like calling you Arsy!!! You know ma’am Irene calls you Renio and I also want to call you Arsy.” Clara said as I continued chuckling.

In fact, the name of the nickname was clearly Nisya. "Mom?" called Arsya confused. "You go back to Jogjakarta now Ar, now!" Sintia's voice sounded panicked. "What's the matter, mom?" Arsya tries to calm down even though Anjani's face is already confused. "Nisya!" Arsya turned off his loudspeaker immediately then he turned away from Anjani. Anjani who saw it froze on the spot, her chest suddenly felt tight when she saw Arsya who turned panicked when he heard Nisya's name. Her tears fell, remembering Arsya immediately left as if she didn't care about her existence.

30, Delhi. Arthit read information about Darika but what disturbed them was her qualifications. He remembered that Darika herself told him that she had passed her high school then why there wasn't a single piece of information about her schooling? Arthit rubbed his temple and dialed a number that Showed FAI [Ariv]on the screen. "Hello daddy!", Four-year-old little Mithaas picked up her father's phone after seeing that her Daddy was calling her father. [A/N:- Mithas calls Shaurya: Big Daddy. Ariv: Dadda, Aarya: Dad, Arthit: Daddy, and Arin: Papa and Elder father and Elder mother to Arjun-Pashika same as Jiya]

🌺🥀🌷🌸❇️❇️ 🌷🌷🌹🌹🌹🌹 💮💠💐💐🏵️ A grand statue stood in the heart of RuthValis, carved with reverence and love, a monument to the woman who had shaped destinies long before any battle had been fought. Tialaina Morris, The Tia of the Lost — Ariya’s true name — was etched upon the base, a reminder of courage, sacrifice, and the legacy she had entrusted to her daughter.

Remember what has been given up for you to do this. Our rebellion against the Alpha started a year ago. Our influence has grown, but recently we trimmed some who have been undecided to ensure this mission would be successful. Everyone is relying on me to pretend to be someone I'm not. My name is Avia. Not Kenna. But Isaiah doesn't need to know that. My goal here is simple. To gain Isaiah's trust, and get enough information to bring him down.

She’s so friendly ha-ha. Wait, these two completely looks like us. Except for one thing, they have a weird tattoo on their body. Are they mere humans too? “I’m Arius, a pleasure to meet you.” The guy spoke to Orlene. As he kissed her hands. “Niara is my name!” The girl introduced herself to me, I think. Well, she’s looking at me. “Is she the hot chick named Orlene?” I heard Arius whispered to Niara. “Cut your flirty attitude!” Arius screamed when Niara stomped on his feet.

,,,,,, "Akh thank you. Hmm by the way, what's your name? My name is Jolie. I'm form German." Arka smiled as he accepted the hand of the woman named Jolie. "I'm Arka. Nice to meet you." "Arka? Okay, nice to meet you too. Arka, thanks for your help." "No problem." In the middle of his conversation with Jolie, Arka was suddenly surprised by Naya's arrival. Naya came and immediately hugged Arka's arm very possessively. It seems that the girl did it on purpose in front of the foreigner named Jolie.

making Aini feel a little offended. But Aini knew that Arjuna was like that. His friends said that Pak Arjuna's mouth was spicy. But it feels good when the idol is cooked. So, because Aini was not a fan of Mr. Juna—or Mr. Jun, who was always said to look like the Korean artist Park Hyun Jung, hence his friend's abbreviation as Park Jun—he pouted. "I'm sorry, sir; besides, I don't know where my mother got it." "The problem is just my mother." Aini seemed to be remembering her mother, who in the end shook her head.

he asked, his voice soft and gentle. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. "Are you Ardi Pratama?" He nodded slowly, looking at me more closely. "Yes, that is my name. Who are you?" "I am Aria," I said, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "I am your daughter." Ardi stood there, frozen in shock. He stared at me for a long time, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face, and tears began to stream down his cheeks.