Lynn Name Meaning Novels & Stories

As she went to open the door, she could see that Hannah's bowl was still half full. “Three fruit loops at a time won't kill you, baby. Aunt Lynn is here already”, said Lenny in an attempt to get Hannah to eat faster. “Wow. Look. at. you”, is the first thing Lynn said as she walked in; taken by surprise by her sister's outfit. Of the two sisters, Lynn was known to be the conservative one. The 'good' one. Lenny on the other hand always had a reputation for being a bit of a wild child and she cemented that reputation when she got pregnant and dropped out of college.

Timothy gave her a light pat on her head and said, “The pleasure is mine, young miss. You’re just as beautiful as your sister.” Lynn nervously replied, “Mr. Timothy, my name is Lynn Peterson. You can call me Lynn.” “Alright, Lynn.” Lynn added. “And I’m not a young kid anymore! I’m 18!” Karl said to Timothy, “Soon, Lynn will be staying in Northtide to study Latin dance. Mr. Peterson would be pretty worried about her being here alone, so you should help take good care of her.” Timothy snapped his fingers. “Sure, that’s no big deal.”

Azael looked at him indifferently, still cradling Lynette in his arms possessively. He did not wish to stain his hands with this ignorant servant’s blood, especially not in the presence of his beloved. She was too holy to be tainted by such a foul thing. So her name in this life was Lynette, he thought, recalling how the servant had addressed her as Miss Lynette. He remembered that in their first life, she had always wanted to add another letter to “Lyn,” to make it sound softer. To her, the name Lyn had felt too monotone and cold.

Maximus clears his throat, his sharp glare warning her to stop staring. Her name is Lynnel. She is gorgeous, dressed in all black, with cold green eyes that look like they’ve seen so much—eyes that can tell danger from good a mile away. Even though I doubt her intentions, something about her presence makes it easier to breathe. “I never imagine the young girl could be this powerful,” she whispers, her gaze locked on mine, still in awe. “I feel it. I feel her power from miles away. And she is…” Lynnel pauses, inhaling deeply as if breathing me in. “She is beautifully… destructive.”

She shook her head, and a tear slipped out. Carly stepped forward. My skin prickled with the magic surrounding her. “You want to run because he made you believe you are not worthy of love, of care, but that is far from the truth.” She raised her hand slowly and gently took Lynn’s. “Let his words fade from your mind. Let the three spirited one in. You will find your peace once again.” Lynn trembled as she stared down at the little girl in front of her. “Who are you?” The words were whispered but held so much wonder.

It kind of sucks. Lynn came back looking gorgeous. Brown hair, tanned skin from the sun, and lovely chocolate eyes. How am I supposed to ignore that and pretend I'm not attracted to her? With Lynn following me, I walk over the wooden dock. Boats bobble on the water, and I look over my shoulder, smiling at Lynn. "The sun is about to go down. Do you want to watch it?" "Sure," she says, and I see her eyes sparkle. "I love the summer skies here. They are so orange and pink, like salmon."

Malcolm looked at her and said, "Marilyn, her name is also Lynn." Marilyn looked at him, "I know! But, what is her surname?" Malcolm hesitated and said, "Marilyn, but I still want to tell you! Lynn's surname is Remington and she is Debbie's daughter." Marilyn didn't speak. She looked helpless, but at the same time, her heart ached. For Marilyn, once her heart ached for a person, it meant that she wanted to treat this person sincerely.

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

I said, not saying more since no one seemed to recognize me. “You must have worked hard, producing three,” One father teased, causing all men to laugh. “Yep!” I smiled, wanting to feel embarrassed, but surprisingly, I didn’t. Teacher Joy smiled as she filmed us. “Last time, your classmates shared where they got their names. Can you tell us where mommy and daddy got your names?” I smiled, not knowing how to answer her question, but my instant children seemed to know the story behind it. “Mom said, Leyanne means sun, Lyra Helene means bright star, and Selene is a moon goddess. When we were born, she said, we have finally completed the sky.”