Romans & histoires Double Meaning Names Funny

Spirit: "If it's going to be one of your bad naming sense then forget it (turns his head to the side with blushing cheeks).” Su Lan: (in her mind: so cute!!!!) “Okay, your name is Su Hai Ke (hai as in sea and ke from ke ai meaning cute).” Spirit: My name is okay? (Hai Ke pronounced in another way means okay). Su Lan: "No." Spirit: "Change it." Su Lan: "..... then Su Ling?" Spirit: ".... and you said my name was direct. How is your name sense different (Ling means spirit)". Su Lan: "...."

She insisted, scooting closer. “Hayat?” “Oh, it’s a pretty name.” “Yeah, it means existence. And how about Haniya? Because she giggles whenever I kiss her.” “Yeah, it’s also pretty.” “How’s Haya?” “What does it mean?” “Modesty.” “Cool!” “Hazel… Hiya, Harmonia, Harley and…” “Hey! Do you want to name her with the letter yours starts with?” She asked him as soon as she realised all the names suggested by him start with H.

His voice boomed across the quiet room. “We have gathered to celebrate my children and announce them to the world” we presented the twins, “As per the customs we shall announce their full names. My Luna and I have made our decisions, so listen as she calls out their names.” he stepped aside. I stepped out fully, “it is said that names are the doors to our souls. These names are by no way random but made to Honour what we've lost, to show that they're still part of us and as a way to show our gratitude.” I paused, my gaze wandering, then continued.

“You don’t think I’m too low for you?” “Why would I pursue someone who I think is too low for me?” he stated. “And I don’t think any human being is too low for me.” “Do you know what your name means?” He glanced at her, perplexed. “My name? I don’t know? What does my name mean?” “It means light or day or brightness.” “I didn’t know that,” he commented and smiled. “And do you know what Layla means?” “Pretty?” he joked.

A hostage situation will look better. "So i've been wondering, what's the meaning of your middle name." "Yara?" "Yes." "It means little butterfly." That's what Mom called me. I remember her say it, with a smooth practiced ease that rolled off her tongue. Even i can't pronounce it like that. Chideziri tests it repeatedly until it sounds like 'gala'. "It's yara," I say "not gala." I doubt my parents wanted me named after a sausage roll. He chuckles and raises his arms in surrender.

Even as she said the words, she found herself throwing back her head as a deep laughter resonated from her mouth. "Blame that on little Mr. Mears. He is always up and ready when he sees you, and you see? He has a mind of his own, and is quite strong-willed, emphasis on the strong." The pun was well-absorbed in her mind. "Mr. Mears is little? Not by my assessment, Ricky. You've got to find another title for it. It deserves something better like urhm, 'Mr. Bulky Dicky Wiggly.' Oh no! I just destroyed Esmeralda's innocent twisting of your name." She laughed again, echoed by Ricky who couldn't stop his stomach from rumbling in laughter.

He explained. "Won't he be really annoyed forever when explaining or telling his name? I thought you were looking for girl name?" I asked him, "Yeah but you want son," He said and turned walking the other way again. "If it's girl name her Lavey." He suggested something weird again. "Lavey?" I asked his back of head. "Yes, Lavey means bringing together. Like you and me," He said, making me chuckle. I really like it.

I say, recounting what the orphanage matron had told me. He turns his head and smiles at me, “That’s not a stupid story at all; your name has meaning. Hey, I’m basically named after a reed, and my brother is a river; can’t get any weirder than that.” He says, and I couldn’t help but burst out into a giggle. “Okay, no, I get it!” I say, realising what he meant.

"Oh, thank goodness. Then why come up with such name for a kid?" "Why wouldn't I? I'm Big Joe, and he's Baby Joe, it's a perfect rhyme." Big Joe replied, fully confident in what he had said. "Hold on, so B.J means Baby Joe?" I enquired, barely being able to hold in my laughter anymore. "Of course it does. Is there a different meaning to it?" He asked genuinely confused by my laughter. "Why the laughter, Ellen? I don't see what's so funny anyways." He informed with a snarl, as I stopped immediately.

Sitting at the table we eat, everyone talks about baby names, which turns into a conversation about name meaning. "Well, this is a fun conversation." I laugh, is this what women do? Look up name meanings before choosing them. "Yeah, what all our names mean." Marcus laughs. "Jackson is only complaining because what does your name mean again, Jackson? Oh yes, son of Jack, so perfect for you". I look at him, why now and today?