Victorian Names Novels & Stories

My fairytale had begun. Victoria. The name itself was a subtle hiss, a whisper of unspoken competition that had shadowed my happiness. It wasn't that she was overtly cruel, not in a way that would incite outright rebellion or garner sympathy. Victoria operated on a different plane, one of polished smiles and barbed compliments, of carefully cultivated perceptions and an uncanny ability to find the softest underbelly of anyone she deemed a rival. And in her eyes, from the moment Earnest and I had become an undeniable fixture in the school’s social ecosystem, I was precisely that: a rival.

I am also Prince Justice Maclean but my other name is Prince Douglas. Do you understand? I don’t want you to mention your correct names. You should find names fast. Girls we have names like, Janet, Rebecca, Felicia, Nora, Beatrice, Lucy, Nancy, Rose, Rosaline, May, Felicity, Lily, Samantha, Monica, Judith, Mama, Lizzy, Kate, Georgina, Fatha, Beauty, Portia, Lydia, Cynthia and others.

Victor whispers softly. "We could do fusion," Ariadne answers, sleep suddenly sounding like a good idea. She's so relaxed, her body singing wonderfully. Victor's hand moves down to her belly, rubbing the swell absentmindedly. "I wonder if Victor Jr. will like my cooking," the Alpha says teasingly. "And why would we name our baby Victor," Ariadne spits back, lacking any real bite. "Victor is a good name for a boy or a girl; for a girl, we can go with Victoria, with a common nickname Vic" he answers. "Takes out all the guesswork."

I didn't plan to but with Victoria, sometimes you just had to agree with whatever she was saying rather than disagree. "And then dress the baby in fancy clothes so he'll look like a prince," Victoria absolutely loved my baby. Even the twins loved my baby. I imagined a future where he'll be like the little brother they needed who would follow them around because his older cousins were so cool. "He is a prince," I told her. "Is that the name you want to give to him? Prince?" She asked. I shook my head no. "I haven't decided on a name yet Vanessa and I know it's bad but I'm just stuck,"

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, a sense of foreboding washing over me. Her name was Victoria Harrington, a powerful and ruthless businesswoman known for her cunning tactics and insatiable ambition. She had been Adrian's closest business rival for years, constantly vying for dominance in the corporate world. And now, it seemed, she had set her sights on a new conquest – Adrian himself. I approached them just as Victoria reached Adrian, her lips curled into a calculated smile. "Adrian Sinclair, as charming as ever," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed words.

“What do you think we should call him?” “I have no idea… Remind me- What are some of the names used in the Zargan Royal Family?” I asked leaning against him. I pulled the blankets up higher to cover me as I got a chill. “Some of the older less used names are: Alexander, Victor, Edward and Henry just to name a few…” He said, watching me. “I think we should do either Alexander or Victor.”

She looks so much like Scott" Allison said to James and shook her head. "It's okay, we're both her parents so it's normal... I think she looks like Selina though" Kylie said as she smiled at the baby in Victoria's hands. "Now that I think about it, shouldn't we give her a name? Kylie... Let's call her America" Allison said and clapped her hands. "America? Who names their child that? Well... Maybe overly patriotic people but we're not naming her America" Victoria said. "It's a beautiful name, right Jackson? "

Davis and I walked over, holding them out for her to see. “Strong, just like their parents. What are you naming them?” “The warrior and the Viking.” I laughed, joking, of course. “Hilda and Henry,” Davis and I said in unison, having already spoken about names to the lengths of time the past few weeks. We had 2 boy names and 2 girl names picked and we tried to make them all match in a way. “Such perfect names.”

Uh… “Boobs?” “NO! Henry, what are you thinking!?” Apparently, I got the wrong answer. Victor revealed, “It’s your name! The most important thing is your name!” “Name?” I asked. “Yeah!” Victor nodded, “See, nobody will suspect that I am a man when people call me Victoria, right? So, in order to become a girl, first, you need to have a female name.” Wow. He was making a lot of sense right here. But, “What name?” I shrugged, “Like... Jennifer?”

She asked them, laying upon Victor’s chest, and stroking his hair out over his shoulders. “The same place as Mirage, no doubt,” Victor was amused. “Victor’s name is Victor, his parent’s roots showing,” Vice said, trailing his lips across her back. “My name is pronounced Vee-chay, but our first few acts, no one could get it right, and Vice and Victor had a certain ring to it,” he shrugged. “So, we just went with it.” “Miranda, obviously,” she offered her own origins. “I guess Mirage made sense, because isn’t that what being an act is about? Presenting something that can’t be realistically achieved?”