French Last Names Novels & Stories

I chiseled in with surprise and amusement mixed together. “Yes!” Shrill-voice yelped, seeming relieved by the revelation. “It’s Shrill-voice and not Frenchie!” He didn’t like the name alright. “Okay okay,” I uttered in acceptance. “But are you French?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. Of course, he was of French origin. Why else would he be bearing ’Frenchie’ as a name? “No.” I heard. “What?!” “I said, no. I’m not French.” He explained while I stared in disbelief!

The words were so soft they were meant only for me. I felt a flutter in my chest and quickly tried to create some distance. I turned my attention back to Vivienne. “In that apology, he mentioned not having kids?” I asked, gesturing to the man behind me. “If Alaric died childless, how did Lucien’s bloodline continue?” “Alaric was the last of the House of Anjou,” Vivienne explained. “When he passed without an heir, the crown fell to his sister’s child. That is why Lucien’s last name is Aurelien, not Anjou.”

Natalia glanced at him and nodded, noticing that the burning look in his eyes was replaced with an apologetic one. "It's okay. I'm sorry too." She muttered. "Hey." He cuddled her warmly. She leaned into him. "It's my fault for getting carried away. Excusez moi, mademoiselle.'' He kissed her hair. Natalia chuckled. "You speak French?" "I'm French, silly." He sniffed her lavender scented hair addictively. ''My parents are French aristocratics." She rested her head on his chest and wondered. "Argent is the French word for silver, right?"

explained Francois. “Holy Cow! Really!? So he changed his name and became Davidson Davidson like his brother William Williams!? So, you are saying that you are actually a Williams!? That is just quite a story!! So we are like... related. No, we are definitely related,” said Marianne, feeling astounded with the knowledge that Francois came from the Williams family. “Yeah… there should be some genes left in there.” “My uncle told me to help out the origin of our family. It’s our bound duty to protect what our ancestors had built up,” said Francois.

"Now is the time I leave before you push me under the bed too" She left a few minutes after and I was left alone to decide which frog went best for a very annoyed Christina. I had to close my eyes to pick, seeing they were all very similar. I was ready just in time to have the last meal of the day. I wouldn't say I was starving but I did like to try new things and if he's a French chef, he must have some recipes up his sleeve. I heard they have the best delicacies and was from my mother so I couldn't call it

Andra then asked. "Because your father's love for your mother outweighed his sense of honoring his family's legacy. Also, your last name is DuMonte, it's Chasseur. French word for hunter. Your father changed his last name before they got married to honor your mother's request of a normal life for the two of you. They did everything they could to hide from your father's family." "That's why we never met any relatives?" Ethan confirmed.

Feigning curiosity, Charlie asked, "So, if you're not looking for an illegitimate child, then who could be important enough for you to come personally?" Julien sighed and said, "To be honest, as you likely know, our family has an incredibly long history, and the number of branch families is more than the hairs on an average person's head. Among these, there is a branch family with the last name Whittaker, which isn't particularly close to us—just a relatively ordinary branch lineage."

None of those prepared me for what it is like to share a house with a person who has strong naming instincts that are significantly incompatible with mine. Dominic wants family names. Laurent family names, specifically a roster going back three generations that includes Marcel, Etienne, Philippe, and several variations on Victor that I am not interested in entertaining. He does not push these names. He brings them up with the careful tentativeness of a man who knows he is in contested territory and is proceeding with appropriate caution. I reject them all. Not cruelly. But clearly.

“Have you made up your mind on who and who is going?” “Aside from the two of us and Jason, there is Darrow, Wulfrun, Hallec, Tiana, and two other gammas; Ariston and Berion.” “What of last names?” “Can we all use Wulfblood?” “Hell, no! That’s literally telling people who you are.” Xavier sighed. “That’s my and Isabelle’s surname though. Our people use compound names as surnames. And trust me, ours is the less obvious.”