Good Female Character Names Novels & Stories

Percy looked down at the beautiful red hair with grey eyes and light freckles on the screen, she goes by the code name Katya, a gamma, five foot eight. " Good, " he muttered to himself swiping left to reveal another assassin, a female again this one has a long straight platinum blonde cut down to her shoulders and icy green eyes. She looked sweet and deadly at the same time if that was possible and the name under her image says, Siren, a beta. " Okay, " Percy says accepting her before swiping left again.

“Good morning, JK.” Amused and more, but with the mix of dismay, yet his pin character and inevitable destiny. He watches everything unfold as his interest is taken by his own presence in the beginning of the last and seventh loop. Then, a sweet scent of rose pave as a tall and slender beauty owning a pair of sky-blue eyes, short wavy blonde hair, a lady in every way and considered as one of the queens, took her steps to close and greeting. “Good morning, Alliah, Daniela.”

I could tell it was a very bad word. In a heartbeat, the room filled with more than two hundred pre-teen girls grew quiet altogether. All eyes were on her, and how could they not? It was so weird to hear someone actually speak out her mind, at least here. Because here, women's opinion is supposed to be like the dark side of the moon; it exists, yet it is never exposed. But Sam was not the modest dark side of the moon. She was a proud Sirius A; a beautiful, free spirit we can't afford, Sister Cecilia said.

She smiled, introducing herself as I shook her hand. The surname sounded familiar, but it’s probably not all that uncommon a name. So, I didn’t think much of it. Soon, the other ladies introduced themselves. The busty blonde was Luna Lorna, the other dirty blonde was Gamma Rae Louise, and the dark brunette was Delta Jeann. After our introductions, plans were made to meet with Alpha Finn before the ball to talk politics, and then the ladies showed us to our rooms.

“I really appreciate it, it’s very kind of you” “Oh, any time!” She smiled. “I was happy to do it. But why don’t I introduce you to everyone”. She suggested then pointed to each woman as she told me their names. “This is Linda, that’s Libby, Casandra, Alicia, Christine, Vivian, Hailey and Olivia”. She said chirpily and they all grunted with snobbish smiles, looking me up and down as if I was beneath them and their little wifey group.

I asked. “What do you mean?” Harry asked too. Faith just smiles. “You have to tell us who you really are, Faith.” I say, breaking the awkward silence between us. She just kept smiling, “I am not Faith. I go by a lot of names I want to tell people. I am Joyce, Karen, Delilah, Jen or even Evan.” My brows creasing as I glance at Harry who stared at her reluctantly too. “How about Olca?” Harry asks. Faith, or whatever this woman’s name is, frowned, “Olca is no longer here.”

“What’s your name?” She stared into nothing as if trying to recollect and out of the blue said, “Carissa.” Then she started mentioning random names, one of which I caught quickly. “Henry. Katrina. Jason. Gina. Aurora. Hilda. Dash.” She swiftly turned to me. “Where are they?” I looked at her closely, hoping to fill in the missing pieces. “You know Henry, Katrina, and the pups?” She nodded. “F-friends,” the woman muttered. “Jason and Gina friends too. Henry, mate.”

Her head skin ached like it was on fire, but when she sees her attacker struggling in the dirty mossy lake, she feels extremely gloating. Five years as a concubine has turned Karen Goodwill from a meek, simple and gentle girl to tough and strong. Five years of humiliation and suffering from the women around Gordon Williams helped Karen come to her senses. Karen has told herself again and again that in this world, no one can protect her but herself. Sophia Joyner seems to be going crazy. She scrambles up from the stinking lake and keeps cursing Karen Goodwill. Karen looked at Gordon with big surprise, her eyes seemed to say: So your taste is really so bad?

Aaron and I both silently watching when a woman with long black hair, silvery gray eyes and milky white skin began to approach. The girl no taller than Tori, maybe an inch shorter, which put her at 5’7 maybe 5’8 at most. Her physical appearance fit and lean. Her chest shaped beautifully and her legs long and toned. The female in question gazing at both Aaron and I as she purred. A soft wicked smile gracing her lips as she approached. My body suddenly tense when watching her walk. Something about the young woman throwing me off. “Hello, my name is Lynexia. Lyn for short. You must be Jake and Aaron.”

That was when the factory supervisor walked in with a girl and cheerfully announced, “Everyone, meet your new coworker. Her name is Wendi Norman.” “We’ll be working together starting tomorrow.” For a second, I thought I misheard. “…What did you say her name was?” “Wendi. Wendi with an I.” She had bright eyes and a soft, friendly energy that made people like her instantly. In minutes, she had the whole room chatting with her. I watched my coworkers swarm her, watched the supervisor’s rare warmth—and realization finally hit me like a brick. This was the real heroine of this novel. The real heroine looked at me with a polite smile. “Hi there, what’s your name?”