Novel & Cerita Persephone Nickname

Leila “Lo, what’s wrong?” Perrin. Is dating. Jasmine. Jasmine? No. It can’t. “Perrin…” my voice was measured and careful. “Does Jasmine... go by… a nickname?” Kira chimed in, “Yea! Well, we all mostly just call her Jaz.” “Jaz,” I repeated. Perrin looked skeptically at me. If was as if I had frozen in place. “Perrin… does, ‘Jaz,’ happen to be… a healer?”

“What about… Celeste?” I gave her a look. “Sounds like someone who exclusively wears silk gloves and judges people at the opera.” Emma giggled. “You’re such a snob.” “Says the heiress who wanted to name our child Persephone.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s Greek mythology! It has depth.” “It also has too many syllables,” I teased, scooting closer. “Alina is going to end up calling her ‘Phone.’” Her laughter bubbled up again, and damn if that sound didn’t still make my chest tighten every time.

“Before we go to your estate, can we drop by home for a second, I need to pick up Percy.” Nicole looked away from her window towards Salvatore who was driving the car. “Percy?” “My husky, Persephone,” “You…you have a Siberian Husky named after the Greek goddess of spring?” Salvatore chuckled. “Why not Khione - the Greek goddess of winter?” “Ha-ha, make all the fun you want, I need to pick her up. And I named her Persephone because she loves spring and rolling around in flowers,” Nicole scrunched up her nose at his teasing. “You don’t mind dogs, right?”

The only other options were Your Highness, and Your Grace, both of which I guessed she would love, but would seem rather foolish. “Call me Sephy,” she said in that smooth silky tone. “Everyone calls me Sephy.” “Sephy?” “It’s short for Persephone,” she replied, and took another sip of her champagne before straightening the book in front of her. Persephone? It was such a weird name, reserved only for people who had an obsession with Greek mythology, or who were so wealthy that they wanted their name to stand out. I groaned internally at the name. She must have either changed it when she got married to Aiden’s father, or she came from a family just as wealthy.

“Anastacia.” The Alpha and his Luna came out to greet me. “Anastacia, it is so good to see you.” “I would prefer to go by my first name.” Goosebumps exploded all across my skin as they mentioned that name. “Call me Persephone.” “But we have always known you as Anastacia. Do you not like that name?” “Just call me Persephone,” I asked of them but they only smiled in response and continued to call me Anastacia.

Gazing out from the window, she blew out a breath. Her heart begging to go hug them, specially him. She wanted to hear the nickname he always called her. The special one. She was always called the ‘Little Agostinio’ by her family. Sienna and Seraphina weren't identical but Seraphina was always mistaken as Agostino's younger twin. The similarities were immense.

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

Delta Persephone boasted as I heard the phone changing hands. “Hale, hey. So …. Fuck… You aren’t going to… win. Now then. We got the name… Silvercloud… on the guy. We dug… of fuck… up everything we could from birth to today.” Persephone’s voice kept changing pitch, and I did not want to know what her mate was doing to her. I suppose she shouldn’t have challenged him.

“I’d love to live in a brownstone. That’s one thing I hate about living above the shop─ no room. And I want to get a dog.” Contended by her response, I pull her close with a chuckle. “We can get a dog. Logan can probably help us with that. He has a beautiful golden retriever named Persephone. She’s a great dog. Very well trained.” Maleah breaks out into gales of laughter. “Wait, his dog’s name is Persephone, and his handle is Hades. Oh my gosh!” I laugh along with her, thinking about how Seph’s name came about. “Actually, Logan didn’t name her. She was named by the animal rescue people. Logan was cruising the shelters when he saw her. He thought it was fate and adopted her from the shelter.”

He emphasized the word, certain of its accuracy, the rich, deep hue standing out vividly in his memory. “Eleanor?” Severus asked, the name a soft exhalation, almost a breath of recognition. Perseus’s brow furrowed. “Yes, that’s what she said her name is. You know her?” The question was innocent, a genuine query, yet the very act of asking it felt strange, as if the answer should be obvious, already ingrained in his mind.