Awesome Japanese Names Novels & Stories

“May I know your name?” He looked at me with a slight surprise in his eyes. "I’m Mizuki Ishikawa." “Mizuki?” I asked him. “So, that means you are Japanese.” “Why? Do I look Korean to you?” He smirked. “Well, surprise. Because I am not.” I smiled as his name lingered on my lips, “Mizuki.”

Daniel screamed, making me feel stressed. "So, they're twins. What's their names?" Daryl asked. "We haven't agreed on something yet. I like the names Red and Blue, but Dan doesn't like it," I answered and pouted, same with Dan. "Then, why not make it Aoi and Akane?" Daryl suggested, and Mom agreed. "Yes, that means Red and Blue in Japanese, just like I did to your name, Runo. Then, add a second name for the babies," Mom said and smiled. Then, I looked at Dan, and he smiled at me. And he started pointing at his daughter.

asked mira to her husband. “hmnn, well if we have two girls, I want to name them Mai and Melissa” suggested Jiro “ooohhh, those are nice names. Then if we have two boys, I want to call them Eijun and Eiji” “seems like we want them to have the same beginning letter huh, then what if its one boy and one girl?”

I tried holding myself back, but there was quite a lot to hold back in. “Alpha… Ryu.”

"Boy, you are exactly how you described yourself online" "And also with you, you're beautiful" he smiled again and she slightly blushes. 'Thank you". "Now we've seen, some proper introduction please". "I am Ishida, Sakiko Aria Ishida". "I am Sasuke Arnold." "You have an English name for a surname?" "No, my mum thought it nice to have an English name, my surname I don't like saying. Or okay Uchida, Sasuke Arnold Uchida." "Nice meeting you." "My pleasure."

, she smirked at him. James snorted and nodded acquiescing to her cheekiness. "I'm Bell", The Japanese answered. "Jasmine", The Indian answered quietly. "Ash", The Frenchman answered quietly. "Zee", Germany answered, "That's zed and two E's", she clarified. "Vani", the Redhead finally greeted smiling at both James and Ray, the latter who had been glaring at her mockingly. When they all turned to him he sighed, "Deja vu", he huffed rolling his eyes, "My name is Zen", he answered, "It's good—" he questioned, "—to meet all of you", he greeted them cheekily.

I tried to summarize Akio. Mom frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. “Is this girl American?” she asked. I rolled my eyes. I know my mom isn’t fond of the idea of being getting involved with American women. She still hasn’t fully let go of what the country did to her, my dad, and other citizens that are of Japanese descent during the war. “No, mom. She's Japanese. Akio Yoshida.” I answer, smiling just thinking about her.

Her lips trembled, and tears began streaming down uncontrollably. "Would it be strange if I wanted to name her Usagi (rabbit)? If it's a girl, of course. I think it suits the plush," Kenji continued, shaking the plush in front of Akiko, insisting she take it. With trembling hands, Akiko reached out and accepted it. "If it's a boy, I'd like to call him Natsu. Summer. That's because you're always the most excited during the summer," Kenji added with a peculiar half-smile.

Kaen says, snapping me out of whatever trance his daughter has me under, and I look at him with a frown. “Romanised name?” I ask “Yes. Umiko seems plain to some, and I know certain Americans prefer English names, so we have given her one if you would prefer to use it. Marina, it has the same meaning as Umiko.” When he says this, I am taken back to Luna Caterina’s vision a few months back: /“No, but I saw Marina,” “Who?” “Marina, your mate?”/ This is when I finally paid attention to the word my beast was uttering, and it chilled me to my very core. Mate.

Kaen says, snapping me out of whatever trance his daughter has me under, and I look at him with a frown. “Romanised name?” I ask “Yes. Umiko seems plain to some, and I know certain Americans prefer English names, so we have given her one if you would prefer to use it. Marina, it has the same meaning as Umiko.” When he says this, I am taken back to Caterina’s vision a few months back: /“No, but I saw Marina,” “Who?” “Marina, your mate?”/ This is when I finally paid attention to the word my beast was uttering, and it chilled me to my very core. Mate.