Victorian Names Novels & Stories

Nic asked. Victoria laughed thinking about it. She and her mother's own private joke. "Well, it's actually a funny story. Okay, growing up...my mom was obsessed with Steve McQueen. She said if she could have married that man, she'd be the happiest woman alive," Victoria said, laughing about the whole thing. "Well, anyway, my father isn't too keen on the idea of well, interracial relationships. So, my mom could never admit her crush. But when I was born, she wanted to name me after Steve, but she didn't want to make it obvious, so she added an 'i' and told my dad it was for Stevie Wonder."

"That would be perfect." The ice cream shop was busy with other families celebrating the end of the school year, but Mickey had called ahead to reserve our usual corner booth. Gabriel climbed into his favorite spot and immediately began planning aloud. "I think we should name the baby something strong, like Gabriel, but different," he announced, attacking his chocolate sundae with enthusiasm. "If it's a boy, maybe Alexander? That means 'defender of people.' If it's a girl, maybe Sophia? No, wait—" Gabriel's face scrunched up as he remembered stories about the dangerous she-wolf. "Not Sophia. Maybe... Victoria? That means 'victory.'"

Victoria chimed in first before Kimbeerly spoke up. “I like that name too but don't know which one Kimbeerly will end up choosing. Let's ask her.” Edward spoke again. Everyone was now looking at Kimbeerly with a determined look. Kimbeerly smiled even though her face was still red from crying. “Yes. I named him Gabriel Xerandra Libason.” Everyone smiled at that. Victoria handed the baby to Kimbeerly afterwards. “What a great name for such a handsome baby. Welcome to the Libason family Gabriel!”

"Do you want to see Belle Rose and see how she is?" Victor and Victoria's children names are Megan, Theo and Tarzan. They nodded their heads, and Megan spoke. "Of course, we do because we hadn't seen her before she went on the school trip and also see grandma." Victoria knew that they wanted to see Belle Rose, and she texted. "Hi mum, just a quick question, can my family and me come to see Belle Rose and you?" Victoria sent the text, and she waited for a response.

“Where’s Vicky?” All the women in our neighborhood, her teachers, her friends’ mothers, call my daughter Vicky. I don’t correct them, but it always makes me cringe internally. It’s not her name. I named her Victory because it meant something to me, and I hope in time it will mean something to her. True, I named her in a fit of overconfidence. But Gray understood my choice and agreed. We were both feeling overconfident that day. I’m still clinging to that feeling. Though recently, for reasons I can’t explain, it has begun to fade.

"Our home is barely bigger than a box. Our neighborhood is terrible. There isn't a single good school for our boy, let alone a cram school! When are we ever getting out of this life with you delivering parcels every day? When is our son finally going to get a proper head start among his peers?" God, she knew exactly where to strike. I already knew why I had ended up stuck in factory work. I had done poorly on my SATs and ended up studying at a diploma mill. After graduation, a factory job was the best I could get. Did she really have to bring that up? Victoria tugged on my hand and said softly, "Look, how about a compromise. I'll only wear the more conservative designs and stay away from the

I whined, "please refrain from using those horrible middle names. Who even chose them?" "Oh, I did," she replied happily, as if announcing that she got first rank in some sports championship. "I always wanted my granddaughter to be named after queens. You were given the middle name Victoria but I didn't think Lily would have another daughter so I made them add Elizabeth too. Nick was strongly against the name but I guilt-tripped him." She finished triumphantly. "Your father was a very good man. I couldn't have chosen better for my daughter." She added softly, wiping a tear from her eye. Seeing her sad, I decided to divert her attentions.

"You're building an ancient bloodline out of a coincidence and a girl who nearly drowned in the Merisa pond yesterday." "I'm building a theory out of evidence, which is what you pay me to do," Victoria said, entirely unbothered by my tone, which was one of the reasons she'd kept her position through three alphas and a war. "Her mother's maiden name was Ashgrove. Does that mean nothing to you?" It meant something. I didn't like that it meant something. "Ashgrove was one of the surnames the twelve alphas were hunting during the purge. You know that as well as I do."

"Victoria. You can just call me Victoria, ma'am." "Okay, Victoria it is." In the next few minutes and with a little small talk, I got to know that the other young man and woman were her assistants and go by the names, Abby and Brett respectively. At the same time, I also became aware of just how much of a big deal Victoria was in the fashion world, thanks to her assistants who were obviously her ardent fans and wouldn't stop talking of just how awesome she was, despite the former's efforts of trying to get them to restrain themselves.

"My name is Victoria, most people around here call me V, something about the name Victoria not suiting me very well." Victoria was an extremely tall girl, her skin was a natural caramel due to her Hispanic roots, and her dark hair was always tied in a tight ponytail at the top of her head while the sides were shaven down. She was tough, she could even hold her own in a fight, however place a weapon like a gun in her hand and she was about as coordinated as a new born giraffe. "Well, which do you prefer, Victoria or V?" Dylan just looked at her as V pondered the question before an unflattering girly giggle left her lips.