Double Meaning Names Funny Novels & Stories

he gestured with his hands. Siberia burst into laughter which surprised her very much. "Aish, obviously not, ew." "Daebak" "Well um, we haven't exchanged names" He jokingly played shock, reclining, "Bak Ganghan Yeong" "Siberia, Siberia Linson" "Woah, you're named after a region" he placed his hands over his mouth, going about as though in shock. "LMAO, my grandma named me. Always wondered why she choose that"

Seeing his laid-back attitude, Rachel felt as if their daughter was not being taken seriously by her father and nearly cried in anger. The list included names like: Brownie, Buttercup, Goldie, Birdie, Pearlie… Which modern-day father would name a child like they were raising a farm dog to survive in the wild? She could barely make herself accept it, telling herself that these “no-frills” names might at least hint at a resilient character in the future. But then there were names like Slug Zoo and Sloth Zoo… Were those really names a girl should have? Rachel’s nose stung, tears quickly welling in her eyes, as she said to Tim, “I don’t like them.”

Roy's friend added upon seeing Fay's suspicious look. Ron? Fay wasn't listening. She was instead intrigued by the similar name tags of the two men in front of her. "Are you twins?" Fay pointed to the name tags on each person. "Roy and Ron." Roy glanced at the friend next to him, just realizing the similarity of their names. Then he hurried to refute. "Ah, no. Miss is joking. We don't look alike at all."

Shoboy replied. I laughed slightly as I shook my head. Showboy smiled widely as he watched me laugh. Yo! FUTA has a whole lot of fine boys. "What's funny he asked?" Showboy asked. "Nicknames should come from your names right?" I asked with a small smile. "Yeah, why?" Showboy replied. "I can't find showboy in Tolulope" I replied. He laughed slightly as he released my hand. "That was cute" Showboy said. "You are in what department?" Showboy asked.

"X year, X month, X day, Rainy: Rhea's name sounds so nice. Why am I called Faye? There must be some meaning behind it!" "X year, X month, X day, Rainy: It turns out 'Faye' implies getting tricked. I hate this name! Why couldn't I be called 'Faith' with a nicer meaning? Does Mom hate me? If Mom hates me, would she be happy if I jumped off the building and disappeared? No… What if I scare Mom?" "X year, X month, X day, Snowy: It's so cold outside. Will Mom feel sorry for me if I freeze to death? Probably not…"

Dan said while playing with his children. "You think of it. I'm tired," I muttered weakly, but I couldn't afford to sleep because I was also excited about my children. They're twins, a girl, and a boy. We still haven't come up with a name yet because we're scared we'll lose them, too, just like Rain. "Ah, it should be a paired name, right? How about Lucky for the girl and Karma for the boy," Dan suggested, and I glared at him.

It took all day, but they picked a name that means unity in the pack. Kirby.

She asked. "I was thinking of something like 'The J.A's', it's the names of my babies." "That's pretty fierce, but what does it mean?" "It's J for Jamal and Ja'far, then Alessio and Antonio for the A." "Hmm, quite a future hot-headed badass they would be, with their hot names, fuck! Imma train your babies buddy." She giggled happily. "Nah, you ain't getting close to my babies, you fucking cuss too much."

Weird! "Your name is really Forbes?" The words left my mouth before my brain could process it. "Nah!" He exclaimed, letting out a hearty laugh and I did the same. "My name's Alan." No wonder he was so handsome looking. Alan means handsome and I knew because I usually searched for baby names for the future. Weird right? "Nice to meet you, Alan." I released his hand.

"And you, my love, what do you think of Naib Juara? It means 'the runner-up' or 'the first to follow.' We'll keep it Malaysian, a little nod to our journey while we're lost in paradise here in Barbados." I let out a light laugh at my own joke, a sound full of a joy I hadn't felt in weeks. That ridiculous, hurried distraction for my friends had yielded something incredibly profound, two sons with names that were both fitting and full of meaning. This moment, this whole whirlwind of an episode, would stay with me forever, a constant, beautiful reminder of the names I chose for my boys. "Do you want to register them here in Barbados?" the kind midwife suddenly asked soft and professional.