Mother Maiden Name Novels & Stories

She winked at me. "Sorry, you didn't tell me your name." I pointed. "How is that necessary Queen mother? I am just a maid, call me maid... I will feel more comfortable with that." "No! You are very unique, I will like to know more about you. I didn't know that there's such a unique maid like you in this castle... Are you the reason behind Morgan's beauty?" I said, recalling Morgan's face. "If you say so Queen mother. My name is Nancy." She said and continued to do what she was doing.

I'm sure it's mine, my parents gave it to me. I wasn't even born, dad already did this for me. Dad wanted to name me Elizabeth Marie but mom wanted Elyse Marie and mom followed suit. When I was pregnant with Elizabeth, I named her after her because that was my promise to dad. "X-Xander? Xander, where did you get it??" I asked him but he was already asleep. I held my head because it suddenly hurt. I stood up and left Xander's room first. I leaned against the wall when I suddenly remembered something.

Grandpa Robert curiously asked Lance. "Our Talent Agency told me to use my mother's maiden name because it sounded better. Many people was able to know my name my mother was a famous actress from the 80's up to the 90's. My mother is Gracie Ann Hudson." Lance explained the story behind his name. The old man curiously frowned at Lance. "Y-You are Gracie Ann Hudson's child?" "Yes." Dane replied. He is secretly surprised when the old man's face became white as sheets. And he obviously looks shocked.

“Why are you so sure that I have a connection there, daddy, of all the many gods and goddesses throughout the history of this world that could possibly be my ancient ancestor, why her?” “Well,” he paused as they passed by the barricade, the two soldiers’ face shields tracking them, leaving Aislen with an impression of confused worry from the two men, as if they could not think of a reason to stop them, but weren’t entirely sure they were supposed to be permitting them to pass either. “Many reasons, Morgana. The name that you chose for yourself, first of all. Morgana. Morrigan. Morgan Le Fey and the Morrigan have long been entangled, rightly or wrongly, in legend. It would be too coincidental

“Fancy name is it. Your parents think they're lords or sumtin'. Giving a scrappy girl like you a name like that. You'll go by Mari here. Better not to draw too much attention to yourself,” Neema finished with a satisfied grunt. I smiled a bit, the girl I was supposed to be, did have a lord for a father. I guess Mari is a more practical name for a maid. We entered the palace via the kitchen back entrance just as I had suspected. Several maids were already working in the kitchen when we entered. I had never been to the kitchen back home but I supposed this is what it would have looked like.

Silence fell across the set as she let the moment build. Then, she spoke. "Belles is my mother’s maiden name. My real name is Jessica Harrison, daughter of Leon Harrison and his late wife, Janet Harrison." She spoke. "..." The studio went dead silent. The staff and Suzie stared at her, wide-eyed in shock.

She gave us a little nod and pointed to the two wooden chairs beside the desk, signifying for us to seat and we did. "Good afternoon, I'm Damon Graves and this is my friend, Tammy Jones". Damn introduced us. The woman nodded. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Graves and Miss. Jones. I'm Sister Magdalen". She balanced the frames of her glasses on her nose as if to see us properly. "What brought you to our orphanage?". "We're here to make an inquiry". Damon responded. "Okay, how may I help you then?". "I recently found out that I was adopted from this orphanage in 2001. We're here to find out the validity of this information". I responded.

Luckily, Mirah gives me a way out. "Actually, erm, I also dreamt of that same lady. She looked so ethereal that I assumed she must be a goddess of some sort. In my dream, there was an unusually big moon illuminating her garden. So I just decided to name her the moon goddess because she never told me her name." "Aah, I see. That is good then. So I thought that this lady might be one of your relatives. Maybe on your mother's side. Anyway, tell me what has been going on with you, my dear?"

Why would she hide it for forty years? Finn's face had gone pale. "Maya, there's something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you weeks ago, but I didn't know how, and then we—" He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture she recognized as stress. "My last name isn't just Callahan. My mother's maiden name was Hartwell." The room tilted. Maya grabbed the edge of the table for support.

Mama said softly. "What's her name? I might know it" I asked her. "Randi. Her name is Randi Macbeth." "My mum?"