Old French Names Novels & Stories

I chiseled in with surprise and amusement mixed together. “Yes!” Shrill-voice yelped, seeming relieved by the revelation. “It’s Shrill-voice and not Frenchie!” He didn’t like the name alright. “Okay okay,” I uttered in acceptance. “But are you French?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. Of course, he was of French origin. Why else would he be bearing ’Frenchie’ as a name? “No.” I heard. “What?!” “I said, no. I’m not French.” He explained while I stared in disbelief!

Though both the first in and this one had the same olive skin this boy had more defined muscles. The old man Jamie laughed. "Of course it was real, Francis, why would you think I did not know actually Oliviér Fóix?" The boy Francis shrugged with the same baffled look on his face. "I do not know.The tales you told us you had with him always seemed straight out of a fantasy book, I mean when have we ever seen you with anyone so popular?" "Hey, I am popular." The old man Jamie was quick to defend himself. Francus shook his head. "We grew up with you, you sort of like old potatoes to us, Oliviér bloody Fóix...."

But I forgot to tell you the best part. "Which is?" Ray smiled. " Her name is associated with the name Brian, which is derived from the Old French word "brian," meaning "strong" or "noble." Brian grinned. "Perfect​

Cole said and waited. Xavier was quiet for about a minute and then Cole heard Amèlie say, “And you can both include your father’s first name. Belle can add Miller and you can add mine. ‘Xavier Arcanine Wulfblood John’ would be depicted as Xavier A. W. John. Only you need to know the real full name. If anyone asks you can make up something.” “Your surname is John?” Cole asked. “Yes,” Amèlie replied. “Well, I’ll be damned. A typical American surname,” Cole said. Amèlie laughed. “That sounds good to me—”

he snapped he's fingers in a playful tone, "Me? ohh I.... I mean..how are you? sorry, good morning brother Guerrier" she stammered, hoping no one noticed how lost in thoughts she was but then suddenly the horror of how Cadeau would react if she was to find out he's the guy she had slept with at the masquerade ball crippled her heart, "hey remember it's 'Guerrier' and not brother Guerrier, okay?" he placed he's cap on her head and said " my name means warrior in French and I prefer it stands alone, unlike brother Guerrier, that sounds off, "

Claire hummed softly as she leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. It was an old French song that Elias sang to her years ago. Some sort of lullaby sung during to the royal children the early Capetian dynasty, back when the French were called ‘Francs.’ It was originally a Troubadour’s ballad about a young noblewoman learning to dance with her milk brother, and how they secretly fell in love. He had hummed it in the beginning, back when the pain kept her awake and paralyzed, when it was all that she could think of. She hadn’t even remembered that he was the one who taught it to her until she went to sing the words under her breath and realized they were Old French, not English. That ma

“Hey, bro. We’ve been asking her about any link to the Blotters and got an EVP saying père. That’s French for father.” “Anything else?” “Yeah, something that sounds like onree. Never heard that word in French, but it sounds a lot like the name Enri, Henry. If there was a Henry Blotter old enough to have a grownup child in the Great War, I’d say that’s our connection.” Brandon and I traded another look. “You guys okay over there?” he asked. “We just took a break. Looks like our questions upset the spirit and things were getting a little physical.”

"And I'm sorry about your parents, Many of our friends died that night." "So, Jaques? as in Jacques St. Clair?" Lyra asked. "Well, Dr. Brooks could never tell me his real name because of confidentiality reasons, only that he was the oldest Vampire in this part of the world.. my adopted mom did some research and found out that his real name was Count St, Germain also known as the Count of St Germain-en-Lye, France. She also thinks that 'Mon Cherie Clair" was the way he spoke affectionately to Marie, that she made his future bright and clear."

she murmured absently, suddenly captivated by his eyes again. “And you, Mademoiselle Bellamont?” “My name is Fara.” Her mother had named her, had claimed it was English for 'lovely, beautiful, or fair'. In Arabic, it supposedly meant ‘joy’ and ‘happiness’. No one knew this except her mother and father. She supposed most people could guess it wasn't a French name, like Capitaine Hill's. But she refrained from telling anyone because she knew how odd the French acted about origins. If one wasn't entirely French in every way, there was something low about it. It was a narrow-minded and proud society.