Cecelia Name Meaning Novels & Stories

She gasped. Her breath hitched as her eyes took in the jaggered scar that lined up from his chin and ascended above towards his right eyebrow. It was long, dull and brown. She winced at the thought of the pain he would have faced. “Name, girl?” He yet again asked, irritation embedded in his words. Parting her lips, she croaked out, ” C-Cel.. Celestina.” He hummed in response. "Do you know why you’re here?"

"What's your name?" She pauses again, as if she hadn't had to ponder such a thing as her own name in years. If her life were normal, maybe she would have spent years in school writing her full name on projects. Maybe at some point, she would have questioned her name. Maybe she would have researched the meaning behind her name or the history of her family's last name. "Celestial Jacobs." Celestial, it's been awhile since I'd heard such a name. People in my fathers communities bear names such as Celestial. They, he, hold onto the names of the origin of our kind. A sense of pride of where we came from. I wonder which of her parents chose her name and what thoughts they held to give her such a n

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.

And without knowing, they fell in love, not knowing that they will change everything. Three months later, Celestia found out that she was pregnant. She loved Aden. But her marriage was still on. So she decided to ask her father to help her. She asked him to make her a mortal. She was ready to give up everything for him and her child. Cosmo said he would, but they need to wait for her to give birth first. So they waited. Six months later, she gave birth, in the human realm, to a daughter—Anaisa, which means love.

my mother gently pulled me closer and starting fixing my curls, “Today needs to be perfect Celesta, know why?” I pretended to care, “Why?” “Because one of your father’s sponsors is here!” she squealed, “We told him how well you play, so he agreed to come.” I frowned, “To judge me? That’s a bit sudden don’t you think?” “Not in the least,” she brushed it off, “All you have to do is play perfectly and he’ll hook up your father and me with the promotion of a lifetime!” I squinted, “Shouldn’t I get some of that fame as well?”

I asked. "Everything. Cecilia is a professional model, Caucasian, five nine, with a soft, luminous complexion that photographs exceptionally well. She’s twenty-four, currently Miss Atlantic Elegance, and has picked up two international runway awards in the past three years.” We look each other in the eye and she doesn't waver. Her cheeks were tight, just enough to tell me she wasn’t thrilled about being put through this little exercise. “Her father is a retired diplomat, her mom runs a private art foundation. She’s well educated, well mannered and notably no history of public or private relationships.” she added, raising a foot to take off the shoe, but changed her mind.

Human beings are always greedy. Once they get fulfilled with their needs, they look for the ways to fulfil their wants and Cecelia is not an exception. She grew up with a single mother but she lived better life than any other children who are stranded after getting abandoned by their parents or relatives. Her mother worked for Golden Eagle clan and enjoyed all the privileges that any other servant can get and so did Cecelia but she’s not satisfied. She strived for attention, power and status. And to achieve that she didn’t hesitate to lie about her birth and joined hands with a criminal. Though the DNA test results said otherwise, she didn’t waver from her initial goal.

The good kind — the kind that didn't need filling. "Liora," I said. "Mm." "Does the name Celeste mean anything to you?" The pause was very small. A fraction of a second. Most people wouldn't have caught it. I caught it. "It's a common name," she said. Her voice was perfectly even. "Why?" "I wrote it. In the sand. I don't know why." She turned to look at me then, and her expression was curious and open and entirely unreadable, which told me she was working at it. "A memory?"

Maggie believed in superstitions, but they followed what the elders said to avoid hurting anyone's feelings. The philosophy behind the name Celine was also a prayer from her parents for her to match the warmth and enthusiasm, symbolizing adventure, optimism, self-confidence, and social skills. This was because Celine was born in twilightmoment, a fusion of red and yellow, giving a strong and warm effect. Like most firstborns, Celine was showered with love, attention, and affection from her parents and extended family since childhood. She was spoiled, and almost everything she desired was quickly fulfilled.

However, the ringing started to annoy me when the interval between the stopping and ringing is only a matter of seconds. So, I answered the call. "For God's sake, Cecelia!" exclaims the person from the other line of the phone. My ears were already caught up with high and sharp sounds, so I slightly remove the phone from my ears. But I also felt at ease upon knowing her name. Cecelia. Such a gorgeous name. On the other hand, I hate the meaning of it as it was derived from the Latin word that means "blind". "Where are you now? Look at the time, it's almost five in the morning and you haven't gotten home yet." he added, "tell me your address. I'll send you a car."