Good Novel Character Names Novels & Stories

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?”

At the notion, his expressions soften. "All right," the girl responded, blinking and nodding. Why does she always blink when I ask her a question? Did she have any eye problems as well? He stared her in the eyes. But her eyes are stunning. It didn't appear that they had any flaws. They were simply otherworldly. "Okay, then I'll tell you a couple names and you may pick one. What about Amanda? Amelia, Vivian, Isabella, Grace, Mary, and Sofi are some of the characters."

I also was still wrapping my mind around how he was offering me a blowjob a few minutes ago - altohugh he looked lie had no idea what h was doing- and now he was walking excited around like a kid in a toystore. “What’s your name?” I asked, cleaning the crumbs from my jacket. “My name?” “Yes. You know mine, so I need to know your too…” “I don’t have one. “ “Oh, come on. No parents, no name. You should have at least a name. What is it?” “Killian. “ He said and I laughed. “Like the comic book character. “ “Like him, yes. “ There was a really popular comic book going around therse days and I assumed he had picked up the name form there. But it kind of suited him.

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.

A/N: I can't add pictures on goodnovel so I'm going to try my best to explain: -(empty)- | LIAM | AMELIA's DAD | LUCY | CAMERON ANDREW | ISABELLA | AMELIA | VINCENZO | XAVIER

He pointed to a few options, reading them aloud dramatically, “How about ‘Gideon’ or ‘Ariana’?” I rolled my eyes playfully. “You know, I have to veto ‘Gideon’ right off the bat. It sounds like a character in a bad sci-fi movie.” “Alright, alright. No Gideon,” he chuckled, jotting it down as a no-go. “What about ‘Zara’? It’s strong, like you.” My heart warmed at his compliment, but a small part of me hesitated. “Zara is pretty, but it feels almost… too trendy? I’d want something with a bit of history.”

"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?"

“And so is he.” I looked at Kael. “Thank you,” I muttered. “You will make a good mother,” he muttered. I nodded slowly, trying to believe it. “Have you thought of a name?” Kael asked gently. I smiled weakly. “I didn’t get the chance to come up with one. Everything happened so fast.” Kael leaned in with a grin. “Okay, what about—Thorne? Sounds sharp and dangerous. Like a little warrior prince.” I laughed. “No way. That’s a weapon, not a name.”

“Of course you do.” He pulled out his phone and started scrolling. “Okay, so some traditional werewolf names: Fenrir, Lyall, Ulric—” “We're not naming our baby Fenrir.” “What about Moonbeam?” I threw a pillow at his face. “Absolutely not.” “Moonlight? Luna—wait, that might be confusing.” He dodged another pillow. “Okay, okay. What about normal names?” We spent an hour going through possibilities, laughing at ridiculous suggestions and debating serious ones. Christian wanted to use the name—Richard—if we had a boy. I liked names from my favorite books.