Novel & Cerita Fae Names Male

Jack eyes him up and down, “Six—what? six four? six five? Two hundred ten pounds? Sound about right?” The Horned God nods. “What name do you want?” “In the past, I have been called, ‘Fearadhaigh’.” All four of us sit silent. “You want to spell that, please?” My father spells the name. “It means father of fairies.” “Uh-huh,” Jack nods, unimpressed. “It’ll do for a surname. Anything else—you know, polite—you’ve been called?” “Finn’s mother called me Warren—her protector.”

Once I've done my whole ritual to get into bed all comfy, I grab Fatty from his crib and I start feeding him as I look into my purse for that piece of paper I've been wanting to read. There's around ten names here. None that I particularly love, so I focus more on Jae’s handwriting, the way it's so neat, heavy handed and straight. The only name that grabs my attention is 'Tae' which makes me roll my eyes a little bit, but not as much as the first one he wrote: 'Jae Junior'. I hate the fact that I know Jae so well, I’m certain that one was totally a joke. Tae, though… that one is not bad. It's very similar to my favorite name 'Tate', which means cheerful soul. And it sounds good with the midd

We spent Thursday and Friday working out the details. Fao would be Fao Connolly — an Irish name that explained the unusual first name without connecting him to my family. He'd moved to the States recently to get away from a difficult family situation. We'd met when he got lost hiking near my cabin, and I'd helped him find his way back to the main road. Things had developed from there. "Connolly," Fao repeated, testing it.

How dare they? Calm down, Fia. Don't show weakness unless there's a reason. Recalling my father's teachings, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “What’s with the names? You guys named after virtues or something?” I glared at Bravo, who wasn’t named after a virtue. More like his personality. But the others were Honour, Moral, and Kelly. Kelly grunted, but that was the only response I got. “What’s your story?” Bravo asked, his lip curling.

“Thank you, Freya.” “Do you know what you want the pup to be?” Beta Phoebe asked excitedly. “Healthy.” I replied. “You don’t have a preference for either gender?” Gamma Fiadh questioned. “No ma'am, just being healthy will be fine,” I replied. The driver was a friendly bloke and said, “I hear Fergus is a nice name for a boy.” The ladies all laughed and I said, “It is a nice name, sir.”