Cecelia Name Meaning Novels & Stories

They even started discussing the name of their future child, just like how he used to hold me in his arms while saying softly into my ears, "Ella, if we have a boy, let's call him Marcelo, and if it's a girl, Isabella. What do you think?" His daughter with Cecelia was called Bianca, while the unborn baby boy in Cecelia's belly was called Dante. I curled up in bed while biting hard on the corner of the blanket to make sure I did not make a sound when I was sobbing. My fever took three days to finally subside. The day I walked out of the room was the day Cecelia's daughter was inducted officially into the family. The ceremony was held at Colombo Villa, on the field surrounded by oak trees.

Lucian was stunned, staring at the name with a dazed expression. “What does it stand for?” he finally asked, his voice barely a whisper. I dismounted, holding his hand as he followed me. “Célvaelor is a combination of two names: Celine and Vaelor. Celine is from your mother’s name, and Vaelor is for your father’s. I found out that Vaelor is actually your middle name, and it was the pet name your mother used to call your father; it was his real name, not his King name.”

"We’ll be ready whenever you are, sweetheart." Elena wiped away the tears that began to fall. "Thank you for choosing to trust us, Olivia." Cecilia smiled, still holding the pendant on her neck. "My name is… Olivia, right?" Damian nodded. "Yes. Olivia Lancaster Sebastian." Cecilia looked at the name for a moment, then softly said, "Such a beautiful name..."

“And Celine—French origin, meaning ‘heavenly’. Poetic.” “We chose names that are meaningful to us,” Kaelos said with an edge in his voice. “Of course.” Viktor looked at me again. “You must be a wonderful mother, Luna Seraphina. A combination of strength and gentleness—exactly what pups need in their formative years.” There was something in the way he said it that made me uncomfortable. It wasn't a simple compliment—it was more like... an assessment. “Seraphina is an extraordinary Luna and mother,” Kaelos said firmly. His hand found mine under the table, clasping it possessively.

A few moments later, Leila pulled back, satisfied as she ran a finger across her lips. “Feel better, love?” She nodded, settling back onto the couch. I stroked her hair away from the side of her face, watching her, mesmerized by her beauty. “Leila, what would you like to name the baby?” She opened her eyes. “My grandmother’s names were Celeste and Sirena.” She shrugged. “Maybe we could choose one of their names?”

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.

“Azalea, I want to know why you prefer to go by ‘Zelle’.” “In here you two, then you can answer him, Zelly!” Zeke laughs as he opens my…well, Zelle’s office door. We step inside and Zelle looks at me as she perches on the edge of the desk “I was never allowed to use a nickname in my father’s presence, neither was Zeke, but I would use his on him, when we were alone. Celeste is the one who first called me ‘Zelle’ after my friends tried a few others. 'Zea’ was another contender, but ‘Zelle’ is what stuck. Now what was Zeke asking us?”

"And we have a son. Elias." Cecilia’s heart skipped a beat, a ripple of something cold settling deep inside her chest. A son? Elias? The name felt strange on her tongue, like a forgotten dream, a distant memory that refused to surface. She tried to piece it together, tried to form something coherent, but the fog in her mind only thickened. She couldn’t place any of it—no husband, no son. Her voice came out sharper than she intended, her words trembling with uncertainty. "I do not know him, and what does he have to do with me?"

Ares said, turning to face her, "Did you connect Astraea's name to Zeus?" She winced at what Ares said and also shook her head because it was not true. She named her daughter "Astraea," which means "star," because every time she looks up at the sky and sees stars, it gives her hope in the darkest of times. And that was Astraea to her. While Felice sounded like her name Elise, that's why she decided that Astraea's second name would be Felice. "No, I didn't," she refused. "Oh, I thought so," Ares said, while scratching the side of his brow.

She didn't care if they were mates or not, she just wanted the lycan prince to herself and now Xylia had him too which was unfair, if you asked the brown-haired, coffee-eyed, tall maid. Gelia observed Cecilia as she chopped vegetables while Frella was washing the chopped fresh lamb they wanted to use to make the soup. She was obviously oblivious to Cecilia's thoughts and expressions. "Anything the matter, Cecilia?" Gelia asked, her eyes still on the maid. Cecilia shrugged. "It's nothing. I just don't know why the Moon Goddess would be so benevolent to one girl. Two royal mates? That's an awfully lot of good life for one person."