Behind Japanese Names Novels & Stories

“Why doesn’t she like anyone to call her by her real name?” “Huh?” Then Jane laughed, wondering why her friend was so interested in Ms. Ruka, the famous Japanese stylist who had changed her name from Jiro Tanaka to Haruka Tanaka. Ms. Ruka was transgender after all, and why she’d decided to choose the exact same name as the well-known, wealthy Haruka Suzuki, the owner and designer of Jade Jewelry Co., was beyond her.

"Do you call your wife by her last name?" Seth asks, slightly drowsy, covered in pelts. Tsuki looks over at Seth, "What?" "You called her Minami before." "Ah..., yeah. Her full name is Hinata Minami." "Don't you call lovers in Japan by their first name?" Tsuki sighs, "Well, we aren't actually lovers, I'm just helping her. That's all you need to know." "Right..." Seth rolls onto his side, his hand caressing his injured leg. "We'll be coming down the mountain to get our injuries treated. Can Hinata carry heavy things, like, a human?"

“ペネロペ (Penerope).” He tapped his fingers against the table, seeming pleased. “Did you know her name in kanji can be written as 幸音礼 (Kō-on-rei)? It carries the meaning of ‘blessed sound and gratitude.’ A name with such a meaning… How very fitting.” Like I care if her name means anything good or bad, before I could respond, Ryuji lifted his sake cup giving me a sly smile. “To Christian’s wife,” he said, now grinning.

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.

“What’s your name?” Tarzan said nothing. She giggled. “Okay, Mr. No-Name. I can give you one. How about Gojo?” Lena, still lost in the music, hadn’t noticed yet. She assumed the voice was just background noise from the other passengers. “Do you like it?” Sakura continued. “It’s super popular in Japan because of all the anime characters—” Tarzan simply closed his eyes again and leaned back, ignoring her completely. Her smile faltered awkwardly. She quickly scanned the faces of nearby passengers, hoping no one had seen the rejection. The three teenage girls opposite them struggled to hold in their laughter.

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?”

Karina snapped *** Note : *Oji-san : Uncle in Japanase

When the contraction ends, Nova leans into me, and I wrap my free arm around her. “Nova and Ishir have been looking up names, right Nova?” she asks, panting. Ishir wipes her the sweat from her forehead but turns to smile at Nova. “Tell your aunt what name you decided on.” “Daijiro.” “Daijiro?” I ask. “It’s Japanese, right? Doesn’t it mean something like ‘great second son’?” Everett asks. I love how intelligent his is. I watch him smile at my thoughts, but he remains focused on Zephyr.

“What do you mean?” “I know his Japanese name.” “The full...” “Yes.” “You,” he looks at me, disbelief, written all over his face, “know his family name?” “Yes. Given name, Yuzuki. Family name, Sakamoto.” His eyes widen at my statement, hands sliding through his hair. "Don't worry, I didn't look further than that. Well, I didn’t really have to look that hard." “And how exactly did you know about his paper in the Forensic Science Journal?” His brow arching with the question.

*Honey, now that we know we're having a little girl, we'd have to start thinking about a name* Keyla turned to him and looked at him lovingly *You're right, although I would be for a Japanese name* he carefully groped his way, because he had already thought about it *and how about a double name? A Japanese and a German?* She looked at him questioningly *even I can make friends with that. How about I choose the Japanese name and you choose the German name, although I have to say I already have a name I would like to give her* he looked down at himself embarrassed