Secret Of Name Meaning Novels & Stories

He already knew this from the day he learned to form words. The first three words he wrote were his mother’s, fathers and sister's name. How couldn't he find the sequence in them. But he was always confused as to what did his name meant "But mom what does my name mean?" Saph pulled him up in her lap and replied "Bryce comes from Bri which means strength...you Bryce are the strength which keeps all of us together...you are our strength my little Bryce" He smiled on knowing how much big of a responsibility came with his name.

"What's so nice about her name?" "Tsk.Tsk. Dude, her name was derived from the Greek, which means wisdom and skill. Pure, feminine and intelligent." "And where did you get that from ?" "G****e. My best friend." he grinned. "Tss!" I just shook my head. When I was already i the car, I suddenly remembered my sister. It's funny every time I think about how the table turns, and how I ended up in a situation like this, which was my sister's situation before.

“I can wish for anything I want except one thing, to kill my prime because it’s against the rules.” “Wow, does your last name really men misfortune?” asked Kariya. “Yep Petragram means misfortune.” Said Merek Dad’s name is Absol for absolute misfortune, if he touches you, you will be cursed with misfortune, mom’s name is Dedria for misfortune of death if she gets mad she can drain you of your life force, Sacre’s name means secret misfortune and my name means dark misfortune, but I don’t want to be called that, I hate that name, I want to be called Dream Chaser.”

Carly chuckled. “Yeah, that must have sucked.” I smiled. ~SANDINO AND BROOKE~ “I want a boy girl name”, Brooke said. Sandino looked at her. “Alright, well what did you have in mind?” “Well, my grandmother was named Michele Aaron Meir, and I was thinking our daughter's name could be Aaron”. “Aaron?” Brooke nodded her head. Sandino associated the name with a male. “Okay, I like it. As long as I pick her middle name.”

she announced and I lifted my beer taking a sip trying my best to conceal my approaching smile. "What did you picture my name to be?" I asked curiously. "I don't Grace or Elizabeth," she replied making me laugh. "Well I'm sorry to disappoint," "You didn't, I actually like it, it's unique" she uttered and I looked down at my shoes finding her outgoing personality somewhat compelling. "Is there some kind of meaning behind your name?" she questioned and I nodded. "It's African, my mother is Nigerian and she named me Mesi because it means water and she always says I'm pure and forgiving," I explained and she nodded her eyes running over me.

Choosing names for our children was a very challenging task. I learnt from Ryder’s case that our child needed two names. One that would be kept a secret and known only to his parents and grandparents and another name that he would use in public. That was when I realized that Reiner’s name isn’t really Knight. It had never dawned on me before that Reiner’s name wasn’t Knight.

I know it will heal pretty soon, but it looks kind of bad right now. “Why ‘Tia’?” She turns her head to me and raises an eyebrow. “Huh?” “Why do you go by Tia?” She chuckles a bit, but there is no humor in her voice. “Do you know what the name Portia means?” I shake my head. Truth be told, I never really thought about what people’s names mean. “It means, well, in many circles, it means pig or hog. Shakespeare meant it in a different way, but that wasn’t the intended meaning when the name was given to me.” Now I wonder how the hell she knows all of that. “And how do I know that you wonder? My father told me so. He named me Portia specifically because of its meaning. So I go by Tia.” Damn, tha

He’d wanted to know the guy’s name so he could do a background check. Sean Colmes was the man I’d met online, and Deacon had dubbed him “P-Diddy” because he had the same name as the singer, only spelled differently. Anyway, the date didn’t amount to anything—he didn’t knock my socks off. I hadn’t been on a date since then, but it had felt good to return to the dating scene. Lord knows I needed the practice.

“She did. The last sister we found on the mountain… turns out she was Mother’s best friend. And it seems, for some reason, they all had to bury their names in the past. Everything ties back to this particular Aunty Kerynna we just came back with.” A hush falls between us, the fire crackling louder than our thoughts. “And obviously,” I continue, “Mother never gave me her secret name because she wanted to. She gave it as a clue—to lead her friend back, if she ever resurfaced.” I pause, my voice catching. “And you know the unreal part?” The flames reflect in my sisters’ eyes, golden and trembling like small suns under the moonlight. The night air hums with something ancient, watchful.

I pat her head lightly, feeling nervous for some reason. “Mom told me she gave me that name because she wants me to always stay true to myself and to always be truthful about how I feel with others. She also said I'm her truth and something else about an awakening. I can't remember that part now but I might tell you later.” That's cute, I guess, but why is she telling me this? I raised my hand to pat her head again but she shook her head, so I dropped my hand awkwardly. “That's a wonderful thing… I mean…the name Mia gave you… I mean your mom…it has a beautiful reason…sorry, It has a beautiful meaning.”