Names Meaning Water Novels & Stories

“You know you want me too” He said, his voice was soft and deep sending a sensation through her wet body, his eyes keened on her as he kept her close in his arms. The water dripping down their body soaking them and revealing everything single thing under the thin dress she was wearing. Despite the cold water, she felt hot, she felt it was the place she ought to be. “You are mine” he whispered and tried to cave in but how could she, her time was him was gone, she was his ex-wife and now she had a husband and he also had a wife. What they were doing was an abomination but yet it felt so good, to be with him, to be in his arms, to kiss those lips again.

Over Labor Day weekend, my workaholic husband finally agreed to take our two kids on a beach vacation. I was out on the water with my son, Blake Warren, when the ocean surface suddenly exploded with 99 towering columns of water. Blake nearly tumbled into the sea from the shock, screaming as he clung to me desperately. From a yacht not far away came the cheers of my husband, Zachary Warren, and his secretary, Celeste Quinn. I gripped my phone tightly and called him. "Zachary, have you lost your mind? Stop this right now! Blake is here too!" Yet, he only sneered. "You wouldn't let Celeste come on this trip, and she's been upset for days because of it. She got her feelings hurt, so I have to make it up to her somehow. Besides, it'd be better if that bastard son of yours just died anyway. Then, he ordered someone beside him, "Fire 50 more torpedoes. Teach her a lesson she won't forget." Before he had even finished speaking, wave after wave of water columns erupted around my boat. As Blake was about to fall into the water, I screamed with every ounce of strength I had left. "Zachary! Stop this now! This is your own son, Blake!"

Feisty Water Princess Miriam has never known anything but her life in the water fae kingdom. Engaged to her best friend Xaviar, and with her brother Mikah backing her, she's never considered that she'd have her whole world turned upside down. Until tragedy strikes her family and kingdom, she takes up a plot for revenge that puts her in the direct path of the Fire Prince. But what will happen when Prince Aro turns out to be more than he appears, both for her personally and as an ally to stop the forces that threaten every Fae Kingdom. Misunderstood Warrior Prince Aro has never been rumored to be a kind man, earning the same reputation as his father for his actions on the battlefield. But dedicated to his kingdom and proving his worth to his subjects kept him from attempting to paint a different picture. Until the revenge-bent water princess collides with him in a skirmish within his borders shortly after discovering tragedy in his own midst. Her story proves that something more sinister is going on. Can they find a way to navigate the plot plaguing the Fae kingdoms, while navigating their own tenuous partnership? Or will the kingdoms tear each other apart? A single misstep could spell disaster for them all.

Book 1 of The Elemental Lovers series Azalea is a strong woman that has everything in her life but not man. After a trauma that she faced during her childhood, she was afraid of the water but she also felt that water has been calling to her from the beginning of her life. A mysterious man that saved her was the reason that she did not afraid of the water. But when her funding got denied and the only way to get it was through a marriage of convenience with Alexander MacWatters, she had to do what everyone would do in her situation, tied the knot. However, when they spent time together for almost a week, her heart aches for more for deja vu and familiarity of Alex of her saver and she cannot tell whether he was acting or truly love her anymore. Will she confront him or just left her feelings be?

Having a couple more years to live in this world is full of pain and sorrow, but not to Alayna. She is completely ready to die, and leave this world soon. Until they moved in this new city, where she realized the true meaning of life. But as she realized that, time's running out for her.

Azrael, the Angel of Death, ventures on an adventure on Earth to find the Prince of Hell aka Bernael, whose name is written in her Fate. As she battles with herself internally, she gets torn between killing or saving Bernael as she unravels the true meaning of her fate.

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.

I fell in love with the nanny's son. After boldly pursuing him, he reluctantly agreed to marry me. But I never expected his young lover to storm into my home like a madwoman, prying my mouth open to pour scalding water down my throat, pressing me into a sink full of dirty water, and finally pushing me down the stairs. My husband stood by my hospital bed, looking at my broken body with disdain. "Irene, every moment with you makes me sick," he spat, barely able to hide his impatience for my death. Yet, when I finally died, he sobbed uncontrollably in public, playing the role of the devoted, heartbroken husband. "Irene, don't leave me! You have no idea how much I wanted to die with you!" At that, I spoke softly from behind him. "Is that so?"

I'm discovered by a man who's gone fishing early in the morning. I'm caught on his hook, but he can't pull me up, no matter how hard he tugs. He comes closer to see me floating in the water and is terrified. He runs off to call the police, leaving his fishing pole behind. When the police get me out of the water, I'm hanging on by a thread. Even the doctors who participate in my rescue think they can't save me. When they call my husband and tell him to come sign some forms, he tells me he doesn't have time for that. He's busy making a hot drink for his true love, who has a cold. Later, he bawls his eyes out and begs me to spare him another glance.

Obsessed with destiny. Tainted with blood Giovanni Moretti believes he was chosen to ascend this realm and be more. Guided by a priestess who speaks the names of the damned, he’s sacrificed and marked souls in the name of a forgotten god–The Ascendant. Now, only one remains. His daughter is the final key. The last sacrifice. And when blood runs in the pattern, divinity answers.