Victorian Names Novels & Stories

“I like it.” “I’m glad,” I replied. “How glad?” He asked. “Very glad,” I giggled. “By the way...if we have a baby boy, what name will you give him?” He asked. I fell silent for a moment. “Victor? It sounds beautiful, derived from the word ‘victory’.” “He will be a winner in the future,” Alpha Matthew chuckled. “So, what if our child is a girl?” “Um... maybe Violet, Vasilisa, Varvara, or Voula? I have a lot of imagination for baby girl names,” I answered.

"He's a noble ... I forgot your title." "Ben Sinclair, Earl of Moray," replied Ben coldly. As Victor guessed, matters of aristocratic title and blood were very sensitive to the old man. And Victor will use it as a weapon. "Well, that's the name, Liona, I can't even remember it myself, after all the title name has no meaning in this country." Victor deliberately cast a sneer. "And introduce, this is Liona ... Liona alone without any other name seems to be because of a girl. She's all alone before I pick her up from the orphanage." Victor laughed to himself. "This Liona is my future wife."

The doctor asked. "My name, doesn't it mean anything to you?" Victoria asked proudly, as she had always been proud of her last name, despite the way she had been treated in that family. Once again, the doctor smiled and turned over the patient sheets to find the full name of the woman in front of her. It all seemed so strange to him. "Mrs. Victoria de Lambert," said the doctor, realizing that last name. She herself had cared for a Lambert, specifically she had tried to make his wife conceive.

Not yet. He had a flashback of them talking about baby names years ago. They had been lying in bed, Selena's head on his chest as they spoke of hypothetical futures. "If we ever had a boy," she had said, her voice soft in the darkness, "what would you name him?" Victor had chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "Alexander, after my grandfather. Strong name for a strong heir." Selena had wrinkled her nose. "Too common. What about Miguel?"

Luke watched her expression carefully before he suggested another name. “If it’s a boy, let us try Victor, and if it's a girl, then…..Vanessa?” Victoria stiffened as she heard that dreadful name, she was sure that he had no knowledge about the name and could just be a coincidence, but Victoria could feel the small hair from the back of her head, stand. “Are you okay? Do you not like the name Vanessa?” her hands shivered under those scrutinizing gaze as the smile on her face vanished. “I-I” he interrupted her words with another question that made her speechless. “Do you know someone with the name Vanessa?”

Victoria offered a gracious nod and gracefully sat down a few feet away, smoothing her pants as if even the grass might offend her. “You’re Rose Gray, right?” she asked. “Roseline Gray. Only people close to me address me as Rose." Rose coldly replied which made Victoria friends frown at the chillness in her voice. However, Victoria just smiled. “Ha, I see. My bad then. I’m Victoria. Victoria Langston.” Rose blinked once. “Okay.” There was a beat of silence. Victoria hesitated, waiting for a reaction. Anything. But it didn’t come. She gave a little laugh and continued. “Langston, as in the Langston Group.”

She looked up at Arnulfo, studying him before looking back at her father. "Victoria," she said softly. "Her name will be Victoria Elise." The room was silent. Don Victor's grip on his coffee cup tightened slightly. Valentine reached out and squeezed his hand. "I want to honor her, Papa. I want to remember the good in her. Maybe… maybe this way, she can still be with us." A deep breath escaped his chest, and for the first time in years, his eyes burned with unshed tears. Victoria. His firstborn. His lost daughter.

“Blackwell is your husband's name or the name of your father. I meant to ask after your first and middle name.” Mrs. Blackwell nodded. A smile appeared on her lips and she gave another nod. “My name is Victoria Blackwell.” “Vic—!” “Yes, Victoria Blackwell.” Did she hear her right? Olivia thought, coming to terms with the problem she was in, already. "How come?" "What do you mean?" “Victoria Blackwell,” Olivia sat back on the chair. “Why didn't you tell me your name is Victoria from the onset?” “I chose not to,” the woman sarcastically answered back to the amazement of the younger woman. “Do you have a problem with that, Olivia—a friend to Emily Hartley?”

Eight months later, I bring my baby boy home from the hospital. Everything went well and he's a healthy baby boy. From the first trimester, I settled on a name. Victor. His name is Victor Bardwell. It's a name I've always loved and I think it suits him well enough.

It feels like the little one was in-tuned with her emotions. “Annie…” he whispered her name. He rubs over his face while shaking his head. The single sentence follows him like a shadow. “The baby is ours.” The words echo in his mind as he stood frozen in shock. The words always have the same effect. A bitter twist plays around his mouth as he acknowledges a piece of his truth. His name is Victor and he has no surname and he was in prison for the death of his baby. His in-laws judge him by his by the facial scars and appearance and according to them; fortune hunter; the only one who knew him apart from his name was Annie Saint-Claire; his wife.