Renaissance Names Novels & Stories

she said. “Thank you,” Ivy said, and this time she truly meant it. “Speaking of the baby, have you guys picked a name?” Giulia asked suddenly, finally looking up from her phone. “Andrea,” Lorenzo answered proudly. “It means brave.” “A very fitting name for an heir,” Giovanni said, lifting his glass in a solo toast before taking a sip. “I love it! It’s so cute,” Giulia said happily. “Andrea Martinelli.” “It’s indeed a lovely name,” Evelyn agreed.

I repeated after he didn't reply. "Did you find her name?" He groaned still half asleep. "No, but come and look at this," I said and I heard him slowly stand and slump over to the table I was sat at. "Donatia Chiaramonti, mated name Loren, is written in red. That's Postestas Loren's mate, the one with the powers. Hecate is also in red and so is this boy from 345 BC called Mirus Marcellaro. He died in 359 BC when he would have been 14, which makes me think he had the powers too and something obviously happened to him when he started to get out of control. In those days people used to name their offspring with meaning too. Donatia could come from the Latin for gifted, Donatus, and Mirus could

She smiled when I finally breathed out, kissing me softly. “I can see she really loves you. The last one she brought home couldn’t even remember her middle name.” He said, making my eyes crack open. Giovanna didn’t have a middle name as far as I knew. It was Giovanna Donatello, apart from pet names and the names her aunts had given her throughout her life.

“Fine. Let’s think of names now.” I rubbed my jaw. “Alright. If it’s a boy… How about Santino?” She made a face. “No.” I frowned. “Why not?” “Because Santino Morano sounds like a mafia boss.” I smirked. “That’s the point.” She threw a pillow at me. “Absolutely not. That life is in the past.” I chuckled. “Okay, fine. What about Luca?” She considered it, then nodded. “Luca is nice.” I grinned. “Good. One down. Now, if it’s a girl…” I paused, thinking. “Isabella?”

"No, the firstborn should carry the father's name to the next generation. How about Nicoletta?" "Sounds like a princess to me." I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed the back side. "What is your middle name?" "Reese." I could almost see a light bulb go off over Harley's head. Her eyes got wide, she took a deep breath, and placed her hand over her heart. "Nicoletta Reses Reins!" I'm surprised the buttons on my shirt aren't pinging off the walls! "If that is what you want, Amante, I would be honored."

, Arieon added abd they chuckled. "What are their names?", Matteo asked. "Antonio, Andrea and Alessandra", Arieon answered proudly. "All Italian?", Agatha asked. "Their middle names are English", Enzo answered. "They're so cute!", Agatha gushed and they laughed again.

“Starting from left to right, James Loren, James Smith, James Sal, James Mart, James Charle. Think more." Eric turned to look at Henry in displeasure. Henry smiled and squeezed his hand and continued. “James Kesma, James Veden, James Zed, James Nith.” Hearing the majestic names, they all knelt down to thank Henry and Eric. Hearing that, Kie also wanted to have the same name as them, so he knelt down and said. “My lords, I would also like to have the same name, so that others will know that I am one of the two masters.”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Augustus," he says. "Too imperial," I say. "It means majestic," he counters. "Venerable. It is a name for a leader." "It’s a name for a statue," Spadino says. "Besides, we can't have two 'A' names. It gets confusing." "What about Tiberius?" Aureliano suggests. "Ty," Spadino says. "We could call him Ty. That’s okay." "We are not calling the heir to the Vitale empire 'Ty'," Aureliano snaps.

The cold skin of his thumb swabbed over my chin lightly leaving the ghost of tingles in its wake before he brought his hands back to his lap. "You know, Reniella, my name means God of Thunder." He bragged proudly, puffing out his chest slightly and holding his hands out as though the words were written in lights above us. "It's Welsh, comes from the God Taranis." I scoffed at what he said. "Is that how you impress all the girls?" "Are you impressed yet?" He smirked. He continued talking nonsense when I didn't bother answering him. "I'm glad you made it to my party."

It would exist until there were no humans left on the earth. “So you really aren’t going to tell me her name?” “You aren’t going to meet her, so what’s the point?” “You want me to keep calling her your mistress?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. “Or I can think of a few nicknames that would be more suitable—” “Cassini.” My brother would start with the most disgusting names and only make them dirtier. “Cassini…pretty.” It was a sexy name on the tip of my tongue. Women had such ordinary names that it seemed like I’d already said most of them in bed. But I definitely hadn’t said the name Cassini ever before. And it was a name I would never forget.