Cecelia Name Novels & Stories

- I'm getting a headache just thinking about it," complains Célia. Celia is a formidable businesswoman who knows how to get what she wants. I didn't want her to use the power: "It's for the Alpha's wedding" and despite that, she managed to privatize the most beautiful restaurant in the pack, she got the flowers I asked for for the decoration, my bouquet and Mathis's suit, and finally, she found the perfect dress, although it wasn't easy with my belly already looking more like a woman in late pregnancy than in early.

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.”

Roman replied, handing the baby to Camila. "What are we going to call her?" Roman tilts his head to the side as if in thought, smiled and then said "Amila Romie Romero" Camila laughed " That's just our names alternated" Roman nodded sheepishly "exactly Mila, I want her to always remember how much we love her". He pressed a kiss on her forehead and smiled. So did Camila. And so did little Amila.

Celia greeted Celeste politely as soon as she entered the courtyard. “Hello, Celia!” Celeste responded politely. Celia's talent among these people was not that promising, and it could only be considered average. Originally, she was not eligible to enter the Iridescent Sect. However, she was David’s girlfriend. So, in order to gain David's favor and tie David to the Iridescent Sect, Celeste had to let Celia enter the Iridescent Sect and to Eternal Realm. Celeste must make this happen even if she had to use the treasures of heaven and earth.

"No, no! I mean.. I mean. It's an honor to me, My lady.... Can I call you 'Chili' instead? I'm still impressed with your appetite in Dandelion." "Cecilia… Ce… Cilia.. Chili! Wow! You have good sense. Yes, you are right. I like spicy food." Beside, she feels like it was special and original. Old Cecilia doesn't like spicy things. It's look like that name was especially made for her. For once, she feels like she was being a part of this world as herself. Not a daughter of powerfull Duke. "Me too. Too bad the Capital doesn't sell it."

”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.

And the thirst was completely hard to withstand. Part of me wanted to stab my fangs into her neck and shower her aromatic blood throughout my body. I want to imagine that to happen. However, her dad's sharp stares contradicted my profound imagination. That if I am not going to drop my stares away from his daughter, he is going to slash my throat and cut off my head. "Thank you so much for this," she added before she extended her hand toward me. "My name is Cecelia. But you can call me Cece."

If Edward sent her abroad again, she would likely never be able to come back in this lifetime. Master Franks had sent her out of the Franks mansion. And now, she wasn’t part of the family and so, she spent all she had made to heal Rachael. So, they could both enter the family if not as an adopted daughter as a sister in law in it. Cecelia wasn’t that stupid. She had no family name as Franks had adopted her into their family now that they had discarded her, she couldn’t go back to her family. Edward ignored Rachael. He had just received a call from Robert, saying that Cecelia and him were once again trending online.

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.