Character Name Ideas Novels & Stories

Who would’ve thought mine was only a near-homophone? I really believed I’d finally landed the role of protagonist… but no. I was just another forgettable side character. And what had I done these past two years? Acted like I had heroine privilege. Ordered the male lead around like he was my personal servant. Made him pour my tea and run my errands. Even forced him into a whole list of ridiculous couple rules—like good-morning kisses, goodbye kisses, and calling me humiliating pet names like baby, honey, and sweetheart.

Logan murmured as he handed one to me. “What do you think we should name them?” “Are we still going for Rhys and Rhett?” “I don't think so. Scratch that. How about Killian Denzel Kade?” “And Kai Marcus Kade.” He smiled.

"Okay, fine. What do you suggest? Let me guess—John? William? Something that sounds like it belongs in a history book?" "Nothing wrong with traditional names," I defended myself. "They're strong. They have weight." "Weight? Our children will be half Texas cowboy, half free-spirited soul of the world. They need names that reflect that. Names with personality." "And 'Ocean' has personality?" "It does! Imagine: 'Hi, my name is Ocean, and I'm going to take over the world.'" "Or 'Hi, my name is Ocean, and I spend my whole life spelling my name for people.'"

“What do you think we should call him?” “I have no idea… Remind me- What are some of the names used in the Zargan Royal Family?” I asked leaning against him. I pulled the blankets up higher to cover me as I got a chill. “Some of the older less used names are: Alexander, Victor, Edward and Henry just to name a few…” He said, watching me. “I think we should do either Alexander or Victor.”

"Every third wolf is named Luna." "Fine. What's your suggestion?" "Something strong. Traditional. Royal." "Boring, you mean," Kieran says. They start arguing. I keep organizing. Sort tiny socks. Fold onesies. Arrange everything perfectly. "What about Alexander?" Damon suggests. "For a boy. Strong. Classic. Royal." "Alexander Thorne." Kieran tests it. "Not bad. But what if it's a girl?" "Victoria." "Absolutely not. Too stuffy." "You're too stuffy."

He said, "I don't know. It was hard to think of a nickname for you. You already have such a unique name.” Ugh he had me excited for no reason. "That wasn't very nice of you." I said. He chuckled. Why is he laughing at me? Nothing seemed funny to me. He said, "I was just kidding. I came up with two options. It would be either Kenli or just plain Kennedi. I'll think of something better at the camp. That's where the magic happens." I don’t think he was kidding. I think his brain had been too tattered with fighting to think of a cute but strong warrior name for me.

I also was still wrapping my mind around how he was offering me a blowjob a few minutes ago - altohugh he looked lie had no idea what h was doing- and now he was walking excited around like a kid in a toystore. “What’s your name?” I asked, cleaning the crumbs from my jacket. “My name?” “Yes. You know mine, so I need to know your too…” “I don’t have one. “ “Oh, come on. No parents, no name. You should have at least a name. What is it?” “Killian. “ He said and I laughed. “Like the comic book character. “ “Like him, yes. “ There was a really popular comic book going around therse days and I assumed he had picked up the name form there. But it kind of suited him.

“Alright. But let’s talk about their names. If it’s a girl, I’ve got a list. Adelaide, strong and classic. Or Beatrice, after my late sister. Oh, and Charlotte, means ‘free,’ you know.” As he lists them off, his voice warm and enthusiastic, I nod along, but my mind drifts. I count the days I’ve cried alone, wishing for more from Zeta. Wishing he’d look at me the way he used to, before Isabella’s crept back in.

“What if I say it’s a boy and he comes out looking just like me?” “Then I’ll be the happiest woman on earth,” she said, grinning. “But I still say it’s a girl.” They burst into shared laughter, both of them throwing out name suggestions that ranged from the classic to the ridiculous. “What about Clara?” June offered. “Hmm… sounds too sweet,” Xander replied, pretending to wrinkle his nose. “What about Zara? Or maybe Liana?” “Oh! I like Liana,” June said with wide eyes, clapping her hands slightly. “Liana Xavier Williams. What do you think?”

The place was candlelit and already smelled like heaven. He pulled my chair out for me, sat across the table, and didn’t stop smiling. “So, name ideas?” I laughed, sipping the mocktail they placed in front of me. “Already? We just found out.” “Yes. Because I want to be prepared. Boy or girl. No cliches. Something strong.” “You mean like Titan or something?” He laughed. “No! I mean something elegant but meaningful. What about Layla?” “I like Layla.” “Or Elias for a boy. You know, something that sounds like he could be CEO at birth.”