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he said sincerely and Sophia nodded as she smiled. "I love you too, Faelon. I want us to live like the fairytales, you know happily ever after," she said softly. Faelon nodded and cupped her abdomen, feeling it firm and slightly rounded with their son. "I think I would like to name him Asher or Gian," he growled firmly. Sophia chuckled. "Kind of early to be naming him already," she giggled and stopped suddenly seeing that Faelon was being completely serious. Faelon chewed on his lips as Sophia eyed him.

He can’t seem to look away from her for more than thirty seconds at a time. And something about him makes the flames burn straighter. Makes the mist curl in different patterns. Makes the night itself lean in. Chris eyes him suspiciously. “Is your name really Caelan?” he asks. “I’ve heard your species is quite fond of evading the truth.” The Fae blinks, like he didn’t hear. Then he smiles, slow and amused. “Names have power. I have more than one, but Caelan does belong to me.” Chris groans. “Of course you’re cryptic.”

The teacher grumbled. “No,” My wicked grin was going to dance on her grave, “My mother’s family is the family who archived the knowledge gained from the experiments that were done on the fae.” Sumter was my father’s name, one that I hated needed to display to the world. Sumter was the name of the general who guarded the northernmost outpost. My mother, Lydia Sangriel, struck fear into the hearts of academics.

I said and he raised his brows the more. " Oh.. I mean.. I write books.. like novels and I'm tryna bring in this two baby character and I'm stuck looking for a perfect name for them so I'm asking you what name do you think would be perfect if you actually had babies... " I said, hoping he buys it. " Um.. Nathan for the male and.. Lia for the female " He said unsurely and I nodded. My eyes suddenly widened ad I gasped out loudly and he was confused. " Lia?? Like Amelia? " I asked to be sure and he nodded.

Faina Petrov Andrey doesn’t share his father’s surname for reasons of cunning and security. My godfather wants his son to remain unlinked to him, preventing our enemies from using him as leverage. Just like my father did with me and my mother, always prioritizing the family’s protection. That’s why my birth certificate doesn’t carry his name. To those closest to us, I am Faina Petrov—and that’s how I like to be known. To our enemies and the world outside our bubble, Faina Petrov actually died at birth.

It seems no matter how much money someone has, we are all flawed in our own ways. After what feels like forever, we are done and heading back to the office to drop our supplies off and clock out for the day. All I can think on the drive is how excited I am to get done and go home to my blissfully empty apartment. Watching Jesse easily carry all of her cleaning supplies always shocks me a little. I know she’s been working this job for a couple years, so it shouldn’t shock me, but she is so small compared to me that it makes it hard not to watch in minor awe at her strength. Fauns on average are between 4 and five feet which would make Jesse pretty average size for her kind. Compared to my nea

My fears of betrayal, it seemed, were unfounded. Hearing my comment, Freya rolled her eyes at Mason, then turned to me with a friendly demeanor. "Now that’s impossible. I wouldn't choose someone who’s like my brother as my boyfriend. You’re my cousin-in-law, right? Hi, my name's Freya Zellwood, but you can just call me Fae." Freya’s personality seemed as sunny and charming as Mason's. Having such people around was indeed delightful. "Hi Fae, I'm Serena Hart." I smiled back.

The next child had been easy she was named Beatrice after Bea. “We have to go with the format,” Adrian said. Since their first and second children had been named with A and B by chance, they decided to continue by naming their third child and first son with a letter starting from C, Charles, called Charlie continued the tradition, followed by Dorian and Ethan. The next letter was F. “What about Farrell?” She asked and he shook his head. “It is too uncommon. What about Finn?” He asked. “It is too short. What about…” She stopped midsentence.

Pointy ears stuck out of their strangely coloured hair, but what really caught Freya's attention was their eyes. It was a sharp blue colour, unlike any she had ever seen. The male faerie pulled back and his hard expression softened. "Forgive us, Freya." He apologized in the deepest voice ever. "We do not condone trespassers in our territory." "Of course." Freya nodded. "I would do the same if I were you." "My name is Soren, commander of the fae army." Soren nodded slightly, and then he gestured to the female faerie beside him. "And this is my second in command, Kali."

I tell him and he smiles. I sit on the bed and then I pick up Faelian who's just waking up and he gurgles out spit and gives me a gummy smile, I know the doctors and the midwives say at this age they can't smile and it's just gas, but I choose to believe that my babies are smiling at me. “What are their names?” He asked me. “The one you're holding is Baelor and this is Faelian.” I tell him. “Those are good strong names for strong boys.” He says as he looks down at Baelor, it's clear that he's starting to get more comfortable with holding the baby.