Cecelia Name Novels & Stories

"What does a woman of the inner courtyard know? Do you want her to come out just to humiliate her? You can ask those of us present whatever you want!" Carissa gazed at Gareth's flushed face and enunciated clearly, "Lady Cecilia's surname is Kingsley. Her dad is Lord Henry, and she's part of the Kingsley family as well as Eleanor's household. Her biological mom's name is Thelma, who passed away in May three years ago." The revelation stunned everyone in the room. After a moment of shock, Gareth exploded with rage, shouting, "You're just spouting nonsense!" It was the typically subservient Mikhail who remained composed enough to act.

"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?"

Her cheeks were round and chubby and Annah couldn't help but wonder if her child is gonna be this cute… “You shouldn't go around calling strangers pretty, okay?” Annah shook her head immediately to clear out all negative thoughts.. “I think you're cool…” She mumbled childishly and I giggled while playing with her cheeks… “What's your name, little one?” She asked .. “Celeste…” She muttered and something about the name screamed royalty.. “A beautiful name for a princess like you…” Annah said honestly and she gasped.. There was something about those blue eyes of hers and strangely enough she had a strong aura for a kid…

She did notice her mother had not said anything for a long while, and she was glad about that. Celeste was the one who cooked the meals she ate, and picked out her dresses, and dropped her off at school. Everyone at school thought she was Riley’s mother, and Riley preferred it that way. Celeste was a medical researcher, an ice skating queen who was also well known, and she was as pretty as a superstar. To crown it all, Riley looked like Celeste with her dark hair and eyes, taking her looks from her father, and being completely different from her own mother.

I turn to look at my brother in his jeans and tee, fresh from a shower. “Where is she?” “Having breakfast with Cecelia.” His answer caught me off guard. Ava didn’t seem like someone who was comfortable with talking to strangers, let alone have breakfast with them. “And you know this, how?” “I saw them in the breakfast room when I came back in from my run. Cecelia is busy talking her ear off.” Cece certainly knew how to talk. Maybe it was because she was an Alpha’s daughter, maybe it was because she had already found her mate. In the last few years, Cece had found a whole new level of confidence.

I trailed her closely, watching as she entered a private club. I tried to follow, but the security guard stopped me, asking for a membership card. With no way in, I had no choice but to linger nearby. I waited until Talitha exited the club. Not long after, Celia appeared. She was wearing black sunglasses and a white suit, looking professional. I was tempted by her appearance. She was on the phone, and after hanging up, she seemed to hesitate before making another call and walking in my direction. I quickly turned my head away.

"But I was asking first, mommy." "It doesn't matter, she's curious too." "Okay...you can ask too Taylor...we can ask together." She reached for her sister's hand, then turned to stare at Celia again. "Huh? What's your name, your favourite colour, your favourite cartoon and your favourite character?" Celia looked over at Celeste who shrugged at her. "They won't stop until you answer so I'd suggest you do." "Well then...my name is Celia and I guess my favourite colour is blac—"

Her face was memorable and wasn't easily forgotten. "I don't think so," Kiera said, "I rarely go out so I don't meet a lot of people. My face is pretty common. Maybe you're confusing me with somebody else." "There's nothing common about your face," she said, tilting her head and studying her. "But perhaps you're right. I'm not sure anymore. What did you say your name was?" "I didn't," she said. "It's Kiera. Kiera Rogers." "Hm," the woman said. "Yes, you're right. The name doesn't ring a bell. Well, in any case, I'm Celia. Kiera, it was a pleasure to meet you."

CHAPTER THREE RACHEL’S POV “What, Rachel? Are you serious?” Cecilia asked for the 100th time. Cecilia, my best friend, had grown up with me. A striking model and influential social media figure, She was also the ambassador for my jewelry line. With her long, flowing ebony hair, piercing blue eyes, and model-like figure, she had seen the news and rushed over to my house to confirm if it was just a rumor or fake. I assured her I was aware and fully supportive of it.

Cecilia's eyes widen, she wasn't sure if telling her real name is the best but remembering Martha is a mafia lord, she made up her mind. "Cecilia Martins" she replied and Martha looked at her and chuckled, "what's her name?" Martha asked and Cecilia's brain ceased. 'I really need to get used to been with a mafia lord, her question are quite shocking always' Cecilia's thought before opening her mouth to reply to Martha. "Ruth, her name is Ruth Simon" Cecilia said as the only one that came to her mind was her annoying assistant who left her in her predicament. Cecilia didn't mind at all if she gets wastes as a result of leaving her.