Maeve Pronunciation Novels & Stories

“Hi.” “Hello,” bati ko lang sa kaniya na may isang ngiti. Kailangan ko na naman maging mukhang friendly. “I’m Seth.” Pumitik ang tenga ko nang marinig ko ang accent sa boses niya. Huh, hindi barok. “So I’ve heard.” “How do you spell your name?” “It’s actually Mavis. But everyone calls me Maeve. M-A-E-V-E.” Tumango-tango siya. “Well, then. Nice to meet you, Maeve.”

"Oh please. Huwag kang ambisyosa." "The brand says AvaL, diba?" "And?" "The letter L is capital for a reason," sagot ko. "Sana nakuha mo ang ibig kong sabihin." "It's AvaL and it's pronounced as Evil. The magazine said so and nothing more," iling niya, refusing to believe what she's already thinking at this point. "It's Ava Lee," I said. "And I am that woman."

"Ikaw po prinsipe. Wapo po kayo. Wapo." "Tsk. Gusto kong ako ang princess, pero sige, ngayon lang ako magiging prince ah. Kukunin ko muna si Princess Keegan kasi aalilain ko pa s’ya sa palasyo ko," pahayag ni Mavey. Before he could get close to Ate Keegan, Matt blocked her with a stick, pretending it was a sword. But before the stick could hit Mavey, he grabbed the wood and snapped it in two.

natatawang sabi ko sa kanya. Binalingan niya ako ng tingin bago naupo sa dulo ng kama ko. “We’re now grown ups, Aria Maeve,” he seriously stated dahilan para mapalunok ako. “You keep on calling me Maeve,” natatawang sabi ko. “That’s your name right?” he stated. “Y-Yeah? It’s supposed to be Aria Maeve Sienna Delgado,” nakangiting sabi ko at hinila ang swivel chair ko na nasa study table at tinapatan si Enzo.

Ngunit dahil sa haba ng pangalan ko, they decided to make my nickname and it turns "Vaemaila – Vamaila" My full name screams what? I don't even care, about my name nor my surname. Vae Mauve Iladriyana Terese. Everyone says my name screams power, regal and authority but in my own opinion my name screams the otherwise, it screams cruelty, brutality and evilness. And everyone doesn't care about my opinion.

I couldn’t help but to be bothered and so as his father. I eased up the atmosphere by inviting them inside and by talking to Tita Valeen. With that, Mikael shifted his attention to his father and so as I did to his mother. “Tita Val---” she hushed me. “Call me ‘Mama’, Mauveine,” my eyes widened right after she said those words. “Is it o-okay po, Ma?” I stammered with disbelief. She nodded at me with a sweet smile. Hindi ko na rin mapigilang hindi ngumiti. It was just so heart-warming. I’ve never called anyone else ‘mom’ but my mother only, not until now.