Common French Names Novels & Stories

she murmured absently, suddenly captivated by his eyes again. “And you, Mademoiselle Bellamont?” “My name is Fara.” Her mother had named her, had claimed it was English for 'lovely, beautiful, or fair'. In Arabic, it supposedly meant ‘joy’ and ‘happiness’. No one knew this except her mother and father. She supposed most people could guess it wasn't a French name, like Capitaine Hill's. But she refrained from telling anyone because she knew how odd the French acted about origins. If one wasn't entirely French in every way, there was something low about it. It was a narrow-minded and proud society.

he placed he's cap on her head and said " my name means warrior in French and I prefer it stands alone, unlike brother Guerrier, that sounds off, " " okay" she smiled, and they all laughed "it seems people are too proud of their names" Fleur intercepted "mine also means flower in French, and dad says.. " "ohh please Fleur" Cadeau interjected and got in the car," I'll see you three at the venue" Guerrier called back as he closed the car door for her. Fleur and Natasha also hooped in and in no time the car was out.

"Le Patron, 'e haz a big fight tonight, mam'zelle. Even wiz 'iz knee like melon. Zee enemy is a big man who iz very mad at 'im…" Notes: “C'est grâce à…” (French) – thanks to “parce-que” (French) – because “Bon apres-midi” (French) – good afternoon “Mon autre ami” (French) – my other friend “Mon visage” (French) – my face

None of those prepared me for what it is like to share a house with a person who has strong naming instincts that are significantly incompatible with mine. Dominic wants family names. Laurent family names, specifically a roster going back three generations that includes Marcel, Etienne, Philippe, and several variations on Victor that I am not interested in entertaining. He does not push these names. He brings them up with the careful tentativeness of a man who knows he is in contested territory and is proceeding with appropriate caution. I reject them all. Not cruelly. But clearly.

I gritted in between my teeth and took out my stuff, I looked at my watch and see that I only have two hours which is great since the date is going to start at 9 pm. After a few minutes of torture, here comes the unstoppable question from Nate the donkey. "But what's the point of learning this?" "How do we know that it's masculine or feminine?" "So you can say 'je m'en fous', right?" (I don't care: in an informal way) "Do you french girls says 'je veux que tu me baises fort' ?" He asked, more like blurting out. Where are we going right now? (I want you to fuck me hard)