Your Name After Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t want that. Then I turned to the teacher, and let out a deep breath; one that no one noticed. “My parents nick-named me Alyssa, and it kind of stuck. But my real name is Ale Sean.” “Alright, but we can call you by the name Ale, that’s not a problem. You should know that name could get you some unwanted attention, sometimes.” I nodded my head and tightened my chin as I turned back to look at Neon Newton. “Now, start!” The teacher voiced out, and Neon charged at me immediately.

My mug collection is one of the things she likes to add to and this one happens to say 'Maximus' in giant bold black font. Mom named me after a Roman Cognomen from the Latin word meaning greatest. My father was happy enough with the name since it had much to do with power, unlike my brother Austin, who was named after where they conceived him. I would later hate the damn name because they would make a damn movie with the main character named Maximum. Since I was in sixth grade when the movie gladiator came out, I was mocked all day, every day. From then on, I only wanted to be called Max.

he asks, his voice low, almost disbelieving. I nod slowly, still trying to regulate my breathing, focusing on the name like it’s an anchor. “We decided to name him Caleb Ezekiel… after you, King, and Big King,” I whisper, the words calming me, just a little. Caleb’s face softens, the shock evident. He looks like he doesn’t know what to say, like the weight of it has hit him in a way he hadn’t expected.

I won't be there in person, but my heart will always be together with you. If it's not too much to ask, I'd like to make a big request from you. You don't have to do it. it's only a request. The decision is ultimately yours to make at the end of the day. If the baby is a girl, I want you to please name her after my mother. Give her my mother's name, Sadiya. But if it is a boy, you can give him whatever name you fancy. I hope I'm not being insensitive and selfish right now...

I looked at my tea. "I want to graduate from this academy," I said. "Under my own name. Not as a footnote to Kieran's enrolment or a technicality that the council had to sort out. As Lyra Nightbane, who placed first in the mid-semester rankings and won the re-evaluation trial and trained every morning before the rest of the academy was awake." I paused. "I want the record to say that. Clearly." I stopped because the next thing was harder to say.

How dare they? Calm down, Fia. Don't show weakness unless there's a reason. Recalling my father's teachings, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “What’s with the names? You guys named after virtues or something?” I glared at Bravo, who wasn’t named after a virtue. More like his personality. But the others were Honour, Moral, and Kelly. Kelly grunted, but that was the only response I got. “What’s your story?” Bravo asked, his lip curling.

It hurt a whole hell of a lot more than I ever thought it would—like knives plunging into me, their icy blades splintering inside of my body. “I’ve decided on a name,” Anna suddenly said. Nicholas glanced up at her, his brow furrowing slightly. “Oh?” Anna nodded, her gaze softening as she looked at him. “I’m going to name him Nicholas. After his father.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt my knees turn to putty, my hands trembling at my sides. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch. No. I couldn’t even do that much.

I finish tying off my braid and lift my chin. “You’re right,” I say calmly. “No parent would name their kid June. But a foster home would.” The laughter falters. I shrug, keeping my tone even. “Foster homes don’t really care about fancy names. Or about taking their time when there are a dozen kids waiting for paperwork. I didn’t come with one. So they named me after the month I was born. Or at least what the records said.” Silence spreads through the group. Mean Barbie’s smile fades, replaced by something uncertain. No one expected that answer. No one expected me not to flinch.

We walked out of the quaters and met alice by the door, just like my daughter, her son was gorgeously wrapped in a shawl in her hands, "hes so cute, what is his name?" rihanna asked on seeing her "i decided to name him after his father, he looks just like him...greg is the name" alice explained with a broad smile on her face "oh that's great, a handsome name for a handsome boy, your mate must have been very handsome" rihanna complemented genuinely "yeah, very handsome indeed...have you thought of a name for her?" alice asked turning the conversation to rihanna "yea... not really though, i have had a lot on my mind but shes very pretty and adorable, i think adora will suit her well, what do y

I look at Amy and say, “This little one's name is Elena, and the beauty beside her is Bethany.’ Amy's eyes glistened with tears as she asked, “You are naming her after my mother?” I chuckle, “No, Amy, your middle name is Bethany; I am naming her after you.” Tears slowly ran down her face as she asked, “Why, Layla.” I pull her into an embrace and whisper, “I wouldn't have made it all these years without you, Amy; besides, they are too little to have such long names; we can shorten their names to Ellie and Beth.”