Mother Maiden Name Novels & Stories

he adds, shocking her. “What?” “You are not Maia Lincoln. Your name is Amairaa Sarris, granddaughter of King Athas Ioannis Sarris.”

Nobody had ever spoken about my real mother before. Not once. “What was her name?” I asked quietly. Dravenna looked directly at me. “Seraphina.” The name felt unfamiliar, yet something about it stayed in my mind immediately. Maya repeated it quietly while Mira looked thoughtful. “I have seen that name before,” Mira admitted. “Old coven records mention a witch named Seraphina.” “Because she was important,” Dravenna replied. “More important than most people realized.” Damon’s jaw tightened slightly. “And that importance got her killed.”

“Emily Nessy Chen.” So Emily Nessy is Madam’s full name, I thought it was just Nessy. “Liliana Haidee Chen,” I read at the id of the woman with her, are they sisters? They have the same surname but they do not look alike. I mean, it’s not obvious that they’re both sisters. But it was just so cool how my mother’s name is Lilian while hers is Liliana.

The river spray lifted with it, turning into a mist that spun around before falling again. She drew in a quick breath, eyes wide. “What’s happening?” “I don’t know either,” I said. It came out rougher than I meant. The space between us narrowed. It wasn’t gentle. It felt like gravity. I forced myself to speak, to break it. “What’s your name?” She hesitated. “Maia.” “From Ironclaw?” Her jaw clenched. “Not anymore.” The answer sounded heavier than the water. Every Redmoon scout knew that name.

Her respect for the lovely woman grew in leaps and bounds. Her daughter stepped forward, a small shy smile on her face, ’And my name is Madeline. It means cake,’ she declared proudly. Proserpina dimpled at her,’ Not just any cake but a very delicious type of French cake; that is called Madeline.’ Maddy looked at her, almost worshipfully and Maja gave her a shake. Magnus was staring around him, his eyes constantly going to the girl at the back who was speaking to a younger girl with the same golden hair and blue eyes.

The name slipped effortlessly through the unseen woman's lips. Ancient. Tender. Sacred. No one knew that name. No one. Except— Her mother. Freya had whispered only when there were the two of them alone. Years ago. Because Valir had renamed every Rona in Aurellians tongue. Maya had asked her mother why is that. Why couldn’t the Ronas be free to use their real names? "Because names have power," Freya had said. "Your true name belongs to the Earth Goddess alone." "Never tell anyone,” Freya continued, "You are Majâna."

“It’s definitely from Blacktree. The number that it came from is registered to a B. Paulson.” Ethan and Xander looked at me expectantly. My blood ran cold. My jaw and fists clenched, and I exhaled slowly. What luck I had. What luck indeed. “My mother’s maiden name is Brenda Paulson.” Xander rubbed circles on my hip, trying to provide comfort, and I appreciated that. It did not do anything to calm the pain inside of me though.

The day my father died she disappeared. I answer to Victoria and not Mendova. The Mendova's name is feared that doesn't stop people from knowing about me, thanks to my uncle forcing me to attend galas after galas. Victoria was my mother's maiden name and I legally changed it when I was 17. I was starting a new school at the time and I wanted my name to be cleared from this blood lust family name. It was a good decision I made a lot of friends and was popular for a quiet kid till I graduated. I had to cut some ties the only friend I kept was Kerry Widoeth, she's my closet friend till date. Her father is also in the mafia except he's alive. He's no different from those involved in the mafia.

The young lady tried to console her although she had no idea why she suddenly started crying. May sniffled as she looked at the young lady in front of her wondering why she had been calling her Lady Audree. "Why do you keep calling me Lady Audree?" The young lady blinked as she arched her brows. "That's your name, Audree. I call you Lady Audree because i am your personal maidservant." May shook her head as she waved her hand at her. "No, my name is May Edwards."

She chuckled to herself and I couldn’t help but wonder who the Lady Rosalie was. “Umm, can I ask, what is your name?” The maid paused for just about a second before she continued the gentle stroking of my hair. “I feel proud to bare the same name as her grace, Ariel—” “Ariel?!” I shrieked. “I’m sorry if I caused her grace any discomfort, her grace can just call me ‘you’ or ‘it’ if it pleases her!” She shook slightly. “No no, it’s just that…” I said slowly, recollecting myself. “I met some people… they were… nice…” the warm face of Mrs Jahn came to my mind and I wondered what they were thinking with my absence? Another failed relationship with a daughter?