Your Name After Novels & Stories

I didn't even want to know what they would think of me then. "Ah, aren't you gonna get out, King Ka.." I started but was cut off when King Kayden placed his hand on my squirming one and said, "...no more titles, little one, just Kayden and Jayden from now on. Even when you're with us, and there are other people. Our names, and that's it. No king, your highness, nothing," he said.

"I mean, what methods?" "Well, a lot just use their middle names, or names they've liked," Camille said. "Actually, middle names aren't a bad idea in your case. I can guarantee that no one else is going to be using that." Alex smiled. "That's actually not a bad idea at all. I know you hate yours, but... come on, you don't actually ever get called Adaria." Toni was silently pondering it, then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess that would work."

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.

I asked happily, and I sat down across him. "Oh, yes. Actually, I've been searching last night for the meanings, and I've got candidate names for boy and girl," he announced with joy, and he took out his phone to look on something. I laughed at what he said while serving him rice on his plate. "Hear this, babe. If it is a boy, we can name him Asher which means happiness, fortunate, blessed. It's a Hebrew name that came from the Bible. Then, we can add Gareth as his second name, which means gentle. And together, Asher Gareth, a fortunate gentle. But if it is a girl, we can name her Athena, as in the Goddess of Wisdom. And for her second name, Helzy, which means the Queen is born. Together, At

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...

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.