Cottagecore Names Novels & Stories

and finally the last of them was the innocent, easygoing Dopey, he was a gentle, friendly lad with mild learning difficulties, a willing hard worker who just needed a little extra help to be shown what he had to do, his real name was Dave and the others protected him fiercely. They all knew the rest of the miners meant no harm using their nicknames, they grew so used to it that they even used the names themselves. When they discovered the cottage by chance while out for their weekend hike, it was run down and only had three bedrooms. It came with plenty of land around it and was isolated which is what they wanted, they hated the way people watched them all the time. They were a curiosity, se

"Junior's kicking quite briskly." "He seems to enjoy my orgasms, Master." "Are you going to name your son Junior?" Cindy asked. "We've kicked some different names around," I said. "Scott Junior is not the most popular at the moment. We've also considered Daniel after your father. Taylor, John, Ransom, Fredrick, but I think we're leaning most to Luke, the masculine, anglicized version of Lucia, who saved our lives." "We need to get up early to start the bird and ham cooking," Lisa said. "We should think about sleeping, or at least playing if we plan to do it again."

“Well, you know if you ever want time alone with your mate, Cyro has two aunties here more than willing to babysit.” Harper and Josh decided on the name Cyro for their son. Josh had stated that he didn’t want a name that every boy is likely to have. He wanted something different. Though their son won’t be the only person in the world with that name or spelling, it’s not a name you hear every day. Harper giggles. “Thank you.” “The same goes for your little one,” I smile at Bella; it’s nice of her to offer, but I’m not sure when I’d ever need to take her up on it. Not when Lorcan won’t let me go anywhere.

Roseanne introduced her child to the older lady, “Mrs Hart, they are my children. They are Charlotte and Nathaniel.” Ellora played with the children, “Oh, what beautiful children you have.” She cooed, “What beautiful names they have.” Roseanne smiled, “Thank you.” “Charlotte,” Ellora whispered. Coco scrunched up her nose and said, “Please call me Coco. I don't like Charlotte.” Roseanne sighed. “She hates her name.” Coco said, “Because it's a name for oldies, mommy.” Ellora laughed. “She is right. But sweetheart, names never get old. It's all about honouring people when we name ourselves. If your mommy and daddy named you something, there must be a reason behind it.”

Suhee said, smiling at her warmly. “So,” she continued, clapping her hands together, “what should we name our little group?” “Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas!” Cornelia grinned. “Aethera, Monarchy, Sirenx, Luxrae, Lunas, Evoque, Miyora, Velvet Gems, Gemini, Mirage84, STN5—short for Stanton Five—” “I think I like velvet gems” Suhee began. “Yeah,” the others agreed, finishing her thought. “And what about the roles?” one of the girls asked.

When I was 16 years old, I traveled with my sister, Sarah Barnes, to Nectar Valley for the rural settlement program. We arrived late, and the youth dormitory was already full, so Sarah and I were housed with Nutty. Nutty's surname was Walters, and his given name was Nathan, though his formal name was chosen to match the pronunciation of his childhood nickname. In rural areas, there was a custom of giving boys deliberately crude names to ward off evil spirits and help them survive to adulthood.

he raised a brow at me. I stared around the area for a fleeting second before turning to him. "Something like Aethereia, Luminaria, Floraison, those are far better names. Unique and not commonly found. But if you want something common, maybe floral falls or a petal oasis; no offense to your name, but Jack Russell sounded like something an obnoxious teenager would name a field as lovely as this." "Offense taken," Jack's glare intensified. "Besides, I like Aethereia, what does that mean?"

“We can’t just keep calling them Pineapple One and Pineapple Two.” Dominic grinned. “Speak for yourself. I was getting attached.” I groaned, but I was smiling. “We’ll decide tonight. Proper names. No fruits. No snacks. No bad Italian mobster references.” I said, glaring at Dominic. He held his hands up in surrender. Dominic sighed. “There goes Caponata and Cannoli.” I glared at him. "Seriously Dom." I said. “Fine, fine. Serious names.” He kissed the top of one baby’s head. “Let’s pick names worthy of them.”

Everyone clapped and walked past her again, to introduce themselves with the Wiccan name they had once adopted at their initiation. ‘Blessed be, I'm Kerian,’ Liza kissed her on both cheeks, ‘my name means dark-haired.’ ‘Blessed be, my name is Gaea,’ Anke had tears in her eyes, ‘my name means earth.’ ‘Blessed be, Ohana is my name,’ Jente hugged her. ‘Sweetheart, my name means, from the forest.’ ‘Blessed be, they call me Ville,’ Raven gave her an encouraging wink and kissed her forehead. ‘And that means protector, yours, among other things.’ He leaned toward her, the look in his bright blue eyes warming her.

As Jessie stood talking with Renee, Martha, and a few other females. She noticed Kimmy was still conversing with Andres and laughing. "So have you decided on a name yet?" Martha asked. "Well, I'm playing with a few names. I saw the names Catori from a book I was reading, The Dragon's Bride. I like that name. Its unique. But I have always liked Jamie-Lee." Jessie told her. "Both are lovely names." Anna-Beth smiled.