Citlali Name Meaning Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 “PRINCESS Maria Isabelle De Lata, wake up there. I still have an appointment. I have many more souls to fetch today.” A baritone voice shouted right on my left ear. I immediately woke up, catching up my breath. Who the hell mentioned my full name? It’s really cringey on my end hearing that name of mine. I’m a lesbian and yet my name is so girly in nature. It always made me shiver upon hearing someone calling me that way. And I don't even know about my ancestors and why they chose “De Lata” as our last name. Maybe... my bloodline were fond of eating canned foods long ago. (De Lata is a Filipino slang term for canned foods)

A MEANS FOR YOU TO CONTRIBUTE TO MY STORY. WHAT NAME SHOULD WE GIVE NATALIES WOLF. I HAVE THREE CHOICES. YOU ARE TO COMMENT ON WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE. THE ONE WITH THE MOST COMMENTS IS WHAT WE WOULD CALL HER. HERE THEY ARE: SOL MEANING: GODDESS OF THE SUN. VIVIKA MEANING: PLACE OF REFUGE. ASLAUG MEANING: DEVOTED TO THE GOD. IT IS GOING TO BE A WHILE BEFORE WE REVEAL THE NAME SO GO VOTE.

he looked surprised. I laughed softly. “Catherine means pure, and Luna means moon.” “A pure moon in the sky,” he said with amazement. “You gave her a great name.” I smiled lovingly at him. “Can I add one more name?” “Sure, Baby girl. What kind of name do you want to add?” he asked as he sat on the chair next to the bed. “Iliana. It means ray of sunshine.” I whispered. “Iliana Catherine Luna Sky. Ray of sunshine shining through the pure moon in the sky,” he said softly.

For some reason, she felt as if the two women beside her were telling their another version of her kidnapping and accident years ago, especially when she heard Rafael's name mentioned. She realized that there were many men in the world who had the name Rafael, but... she instantly remembered a name Rafael had mentioned to her when they were on their way home after staying together at a cheap hotel on the edge of town. Catalina. Rafael had said that his mother's name was Catalina. And like a surprising coincidence, based on what she had heard from sister Esther, the name of the woman who was sitting beside her was Catalina.

I had never understood his motivation in concealing Cynthia's mated status from not only my father but also Cynthia herself, but it took me only a second to figure out that the huge hulking man was only ever interested in protecting Cynthia. And now, as I watch my Cynthia rush past me toward our daughter, my heart tightens in my chest. Riya. That is the name she gave our child. In the olden language of our ancestors, Riya means 'born from ashes'. I don't know if Cynthia chose this name deliberately, but it strikes a chord within me. Over these past years, Tony has shared information about my daughter and mate sparingly. Perhaps he hoped I would forget about them. But how could I?

"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."

,said her and whispered in child's ear 'Rosalia Heaven'. When Lizzy heard this name she felt some dislike. She mumbled "Rosalia , Latin word means Rose. Although the rose is beautiful, it combines with the thorns." By acting as she was pleased with this name she said to both, "Mrs. Ziaz and Sand, l will be back soon. l want to drink some water and l will bring tea for both of you." "My daughter...l will bring, l want to talk to you. First of all am very sorry", Mrs Ziaz held Lizzy's hand and said affectionately.

When she finally stopped in front of them— No one spoke for a few seconds. They just… looked at her. Then— “Tell us your name,” the woman said. Thalia frowned slightly. “You already know it.” A small smile appeared on the woman’s face. “We want to hear you say it.” She hesitated. Then— “Thalia.” The name echoed slightly in the room. One of the elders nodded slowly. “Yes… that’s the name you were given.” Her brows pulled together. “What does that mean?” Another elder spoke. “It means that is not your true name.”

The two leave the room, and I'm left with so much anger and sadness. I take my sheets to the laundry room. I'm crying as I dry my sheets. I look at the large mirror and inhale and exhale. Breathe, Nara. Breathe, doce menina. My mother's gentle voice rings in my head. I was her sweet girl, and I had her face. My mother’s name was Catarina, it means pure. She was tall, slim, and beautiful, with very curly hair and amber eyes that resembled the sun. She had won many pageants in her youth. I didn’t know much about her origins because she rarely spoke of them; all she would say was that she came from the most beautiful place in the world, but it was far away, and she couldn’t go back.

She had to give it to Leon for choosing the right person for once. With a smile, Lillith nodded. "What's your name?" "Cali," She replied. "That's my name," "Nice to meet you, Cali," Lillith siad. "My name is Liliith and this is my son, Henry," With a smile, she peered into the shawl where Henry lay. She beamed at him and his eyes opened. His tiny hands reached out to touch her face. "He looks just like Alpha Leon,"