Cottagecore Names Novels & Stories

His hand came up to my face again and caressed my cheek as he searched my face, which I'm certain was red. "My name is Colton, and my wolf's name is Nexus." He said, and I swear I heard my cat let out a content sigh with a dreamy face, as he stared love-struck at our mate. I don't blame him, Colton and Nexus are such handsome names! I felt a smile spread across my face as I repeated their names, "Colton and Nexus." I said quietly, trying their names out, and loving the way it sounds.

"And their names are..." He eyes looked up at me from his coffee and he smirked. "Sisters name is Isabella an older brothers name is Ian." "Your parents continued on with the letter trend, huh?" I chuckled. "Ian, Issac and Isabella." I lifted up my coffee cup in the air and saluted him. "Very cute," I smiled, broadly. "Well, we're definitely no Anthony, Alison, Aidan and Adam," he laughs. "Who came up with that one, your mum?"

“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.”

She paused, “we should give them a name.” “You should not name them…” “What? I’m great with names!” “You’re going to call them something like old fuckers who want everything to go back to the Stone Ages or something.” Nivia chuckled, “it’s too long. They’re calling themselves the coalition of, ugh, I can’t even say it. It’s ridiculous.” “Say it.” “The coalition to preserve tradition and culture values, heritage, and some other bullshit, Mar—it’s fucking long. And they've shortened it to the coalition of PTCH.. some other letters, ugh, I don’t even want to remember it.”

“We need to start finalizing names. Two weeks is not a lot of time.” Ana hums softly. It’s the most relaxed sound I’ve heard from her in days. “Something strong,” Greta continues. “But not too… intimidating.” Ana shifts slightly. “No weird names.” Greta laughs. “Define weird.” “Anything that sounds like it belongs to a seventy-year-old Alpha with ten wives.” Despite myself, the corner of my mouth twitches. Greta flips a page. “Okay… what about Adrian?” Ana shakes her head. “Too common.”