Artistic Names Mga Nobela at Kwento

she stated, the last part more directed toward her father, who hummed his acknowledgement. She then offered her hand out into the air again, this time, Rei took it, casually shaking it with a smile. "I've always wondered if Arte was short for something," Rei said with a curious tone. "Artemis. You'll notice that our family have quite an unusual name," Arte replied with a grin. Next, Alec hesitantly shook her hand, slowly. Like he was trying to figure her out through that one handshake. "Who...Are you?" he asked. Artemis didn't know how to answer that. What did he want to know?

His manly voice a while ago suddenly disappears and his true personality emerges, “B-I-T-C-H”, he sings and spells at the same time, “You are one mean bitch, Ava!”, continuing with his rhythmic complaints and his annoying accent. “Yes, you have a perfect body but that doesn’t cut to my taste,” and rolled his eyes at me. He laughs sarcastically, “And I abandoned the name Arthur, you know that, selfish bitch.” Then he spins like a crazy guy, “I am now called Artemis, as in the Greek goddess, representation of women and childbirth… the personification of womanhood!” as if he is in some kind of a beauty pageant.

“I want to name her Contasina, after my mother’s name.” Arturo smiled, learning this new fact before he nodded. He leaned in and kissed my forehead before pulling away to look our princess in the eye. “Contasina, it is, baby girl…”

They say the name is a pseudonym that belongs to a group of artists. But I want to believe the name belongs to a single person who exists.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

Bobby nodded his head before speaking, “Yes!!” “Okay! But don’t run.” With this, Artemis put him down. Both the couple decide to keep ‘Bobby’ as his nickname while his name in school would be ‘Artin Silvano Gosling’ Artin was the mixture of their name while ‘Silvano’ was the name of his uncle, by blood, Bobby was his grandson, so Artemis suggested to give Bobby his real grandfather name. Actually, he had stolen this idea from Caroline’s family; he had observed every kid had either a first or second name from their ancestors. For example, Caroline’s name was the second name of her late grandmother, Colton and Calvin’s middle name was the first name of their grandfather, and so on.

I said, to Leia who was resting her head on my chest. “Okay, so here it fucking goes. List number one are the normal fucking names, like. Nova, Cara, Aria and Aurora.” “They’re all cute names. What about the not normal list?” I said, very curious how strange these names would be. “Okay, these are all inspired by fucking movies or games. So Rayne, Willow, Rey, Ripley, Aeryn, Elora and Allana.” I laughed, “is it wrong that I like the movie names better? So which one is your favorite?”

He grabbed my shoulders dramatically. “LISA. THAT NAME COULD END NATIONS.” I laughed. “Relax…” “No. I refuse to relax. This name…this name….is ART.” I rolled my eyes but my cheeks warmed. Maybe it was good. I opened I*******m, hands slightly shaking, and typed it: **@TheSilverVeil** It wasn’t taken. I clicked “Create.” A little thrill shot through me. Brian whispered, “Welcome to your era.” I snorted, but something sparked inside me. Something I hadn’t felt in years.