Cecelia Meaning Novels & Stories

”Have nothing to offer. “Go for the bigger patrons. A chief who is bored of his wife? Some elder merchant with some gold? Anything not ordinary.” “What’s it about these people?” I’d ask every day. “Why should I spend my time chasing these people, mum?” “They’ll get you out of your hell hole, Cece.” She’d smile saying. Her face, though, a little wrinkled from old age, yet, coated in makeup. Mum never named me; you know. I took my name out of a brothel ad, and next thing, everyone started calling me that. Cicilia with Cece as the short form.

“What do you mean?” She opened the door wider and a girl with a calm look, plain dress and her hair tied up, stepped in. She wasn’t like the other girls I had been forced to meet. She didn’t wear too much make-up. She didn’t try too hard to even look pretty. She just stood there and looked at me. But she's very stunning and looks down to earth. Where has mother found this lady now? “This is Cecilia,” my mother said with pride. “She’s from the Redmoon pack.”

My instincts flared, disliking every nuanced gesture, every silent claim she staked on my life. With a self-assuredness that bordered on arrogance, she lofted her head, eyes glinting mischievously. "You see here, Shelly," she drawled, every word meticulously chosen and punctuated with that infernal smirk. "My name is Cecelia, but you can call me CeCe. I’m here for Sebastian." Her declaration was as casual as discussing the weather, yet the weight of it hit like a tempest. The room spun, the ground beneath me unsteady, yet I anchored myself in defiance. "Why? What business do you have with my ‘husband’?"

I wanted to wait for my mate anyway, so why was I suddenly feeling obsessed? Eckley responded to my questions, 'She is special'. I have asked him a few times now if Celia is my mate and Eckley doesn't know. Or at least won't tell me if he does know. I ask again anyway, 'Eckley, is Celia my mate?' He chuffs and says, 'Special'. what the everloving fuck does that mean?

Then she said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't bear it. It was too funny." After that, Grace looked at the women beside Celia and continued, "I didn't want to listen to you talking, but you were being so loud that it hurt my ears." "Stop insulting us. I bet you're just jealous of Cece! After all, Cece is friends with the president of Futurelink Corporation, and he's way out of your league." Grace smiled and looked at Celia. She asked, "Is that true?" Celia had already spoken and couldn't take her words back.

Zeno said. "Just ignore her." Of course these were Cia's words. This unfriendly woman just smiled, imagining Ive would stutter with all of Selena's questions. *** "Why doesn't Arlcia come?" she asked. She's busy sighing every night and making love, Selena. Are you so stupid that you can't see it in your vision? Ive thought to himself with a clearly twisted face. "She's busy." "And you're not busy?" he asked. Currently, a gathering of gods and goddesses is being held in the palace. Ive who was only half god, earned this honor because he was the strongest. Cia, she is the daughter of Hecate and she is a pure-blood because she came straight from Naitura.

“Yes, you know that silly ceremony where people mainly gather to eat but then give a name to the baby as an afterthought?” Reyona had her first genuine smile that evening. “Yes, I know what a christening is. I just feel it is a gathering meant for family and friends. You barely know me, Celia.” “Knowing is not about the duration, Beatrice. Also, you are my friend.” Friend. Reyona mused. She still couldn’t understand how the woman could just use that word about her so easily. She knew that that despite how easygoing Celia looked, the woman could be quite tenacious.

We both have same concerns regarding same things but in a different way. “Oh my god, Celia. I know you are dumb the minute you tried to mask your arousal before me and miserably failed. I know that you are my greatest heaven, when I said, ‘you are my Celia.’ You know right. Your name means heaven.” It is. Why did I never think of it?

She'd whined about Xylia being so lucky and getting a good life all to herself. Could it be? Gelia pondered. Not wanting to leave her mind in a guessing state, she decided to confirm. "Are you by any chance jealous?" Cecilia was taken aback by the blatancy of Gelia's words. Hearing someone else talk about her feelings sounded weird to her. She didn't like it one bit. "Jealous?" She scoffed. "Why would I be jealous? Of who? Whom?" "Xylia," Gelia answered.

She replied almost immediately. “Cut that crap. We both know your name isn't Mia. I need your real name.” Angelo stated, his face going red with built-up frustration “Well, that is a top-tier secret that I wouldn't wanna uncover, but since we're working together, you can call me Cie.” Cielo's tone was calm and her face gave away no emotions. “Cie, as in C, the alphabet?” he asked, staring at her suspiciously. “Ya. That is a big clue to my name,” she replied.