Surname Antonym Novels & Stories

- Ambrose means the immortal divine, and it's also a Greek name. - Atieno, which is an African name, means born at night - Afanas's name has quite the same meaning as Ambrose's name, which is immortal, the only difference is the origins of the name – since Afanas' name has a Russian origin. - Aldon's name is the most unique one since it wasn't as feisty as the other names. It means the old friend, also a wise protector. It's an Anglo-Saxon name. After the king shows up in his office, and just before he starts the meeting – As everyone showed respect to the king, including the members of the coven.

“The name given by his parents was Saint Handry. Sihan felt the name was too big and heavy with a moral meaning, so Anthony shortened his name to Sihan.” "Oh, I see...” Elyn agrees, it feels like the name has a big responsibility. She did not know that his full name was so unique. “Oh, and William too." Go with James. "William too?" Elyn thinks it's also a real name, because William's name is quite common. "Yes, Anthony is happy to make these sorts if the name he considers troublesome to pronounce." James said with a cheerful face recalling an exciting moment. "William Daniel is a familiar and nice name, Anthony made it up just to make fun of him since we were kids. I still remember how unac

Finally I'm not a teen anymore… Oops I didn't give an introduction about myself, how silly of me. So I'm Antara. Only Antara with no surname behind her name like other people because I'm an orphan. Well I don't know if it is my real name or my name was something else because this name is given by Amma to me as there was no pendant or bracelet with my name or anything. Maybe it's my real name or maybe not. But who cares? I'm happy with my name.

I really like your middle name though! "Thanks!" Alex said, smiling sweetly. Camille typed at the keyboard for a second, then spelled the name back to Alex to make sure she got it right. Turning, she looked at Toni. "Antonia Adaria Andresani," Toni said, rolling her eyes. "God, I hate my name." Alex giggled. She didn't care for her full name, but she didn't loathe it like Toni did. God forbid anyone that she didn't know call her Antonia.

“I do now. Wait.” “What?” His head moved back. “What’s your surname?” “My surname, very random.” “Well if you want me to half move in with you I would like to know your surname,” he finally ate his dinner and looked up at me. “Antonov.” “Fuck,” I breathed out. “How is your surname sexy as fuck as well” he grabbed my hand tighter. “What’s yours?” “Not as sexy as yours! Rose,” his eyes lit up.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

What kind of fucking question was that? "I should be asking you that?" Tonia folded her arms as she glared at Antonio. "I'm Antonio Rodriguez. You?" He leaned to her level, his two hands on his knees. "Antonia Rodriguez. Wait! We share the same surname" Tonia gave me a questionable glance. Acting dumb, I raised my eyebrow at her. "I guess we're related. Right mummy?" Antonio asked, dragging out the 'mummy'. It sounded like he was mocking me but maybe I'm just overthinking it.

He had an uncanny knack for making my hair look wild. “Oh, we’d drink their blood and count our money,” he said, scrunching his face and pounding his fist on the table. I couldn’t help but keel over with laughter at how cute he looked. “Oi, Anthony!” one of our classmates called out. “It’s Anton, not Anthony, you dipstick! You’d think you’d know by now, considering how loud your mom screamed it last night,” Anton retorted venomously. People around us snickered. It had become something of a trend for people to call him “Anthony” instead of “Anton,” and he hated it, saying they were trying to erase his identity.

I felt guilty for a moment, blushing and lowering my head, embarrassed to look up at him. At that moment Mirabell hurried up from a distance, "Brother! Why are you still here?! Antony started barking again! Go help him!" 'Who?" Did I just hear my nickname for Antoninus? Roman gave a doting smile and said, "Forgot? Antony is the white lion you fostered here. It was you who chose the name!" "Oh oh! I remember."

“I will make him pay for this.” “No,” Karla clutched at her. “Don’t you leave me. You stay. You stay with me. Promise me.” “I promise,” Antonia whispered, kissing her forehead. “I’ll always be here.” And she was. She was there through the sickness, the fear, the dark days. She talked to Karla’s growing belly, calling me her little warrior. She chose my name: Anthony, after her. “Antonia means ‘priceless,’” she told Karla. “And he will be. He will be everything we never had.”