How To Name Your Story Novels & Stories

Didn’t stop me from still being surprised every time I realised. I glanced at the time again. I still had a little time, so I made a few quick notes. I needed a name for the characters. I couldn’t keep calling him The Alpha. Or her, his mate. And seriously, she tripped up and fell into his arms? I rolled my eyes. How cheesy was that? My readers would have a field day on that one. I wondered if I could edit that bit out and make it a little more plausible. I mean, I knew it was a paranormal romance, but there had to be some reality in there. But it would have to wait for now. I sighed and shut down my laptop. It was a good solid amount of words that I had written, but I felt like there were m

It was a good thing that he left, therefore I won't need to walk on eggshells around him. We continued to work on our project and they decided to use what Jacob and I suggested. Though it was a bit uncomfortable for me to share my ideas or I must say experience, since it was practically my life story but what can I do? It was already there so might as well bear with it. It was also the best way to finish this hell of a project so I can go back to my peaceful student life, away from people. We decided to use the name 'Amiya' for the main character and like the me from my previous life, she also lived in a Kingdom, arranged to marry the Prince while loving a different man.

Brandy said as she folded her hand together. "So what's gonna be the name of this romantic scene," Ivy said "Well I am gonna write the story and its name will be the Lycan's mate, how about that, "Mira said and smiled. "Nah, not so interesting, I guess it will be, Married to the Lycan," Ivy said.

I was certain it was rigged anyhow. Kendra and Evan came by and chatted with us awhile as we sipped the punch, which was quite obviously spiked with something. It was certainly not like anything I’d ever tasted. The guys got busy telling them about some things at their new pack when I heard Nate mention his stress about a name. Hmm. Naming the pack, what could be more important than that! With all the werewolf books I read, sure I could think of an awesome name! My mind immediately swirled with possibilities. Wow, if I could name the pack how flipping awesome would that be?

"Then the mentoring years. Letters like these prove it helps. We write honest. No holding back." Kane sat again. "Emotional parts too. The nights we doubted. How love pulled us forward. Fans in those spots need to hear that." Elias grabbed paper and pen fast. "Title ideas. Whispers of Courage. Or Full Circle on Ice. What do you think?" "Whispers of Courage fits perfect," Kane replied. "These letters are whispers back to us. Our book sends more out." They brainstormed quick, words flying. "Include the fan stories somehow," Elias suggested. "Show the impact real. Anonymously of course. Readers see the change."

My desire here is to share my story. My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. These stories, if you have read them up through now, are the story of my strange journey. The earlier stories and the many that follow will make very clear just how un-normal my life is.

I wrote about Recognition. [I SEE YOU. YOU ARE PART OF THE STORY.] The words didn't appear on the floor. They flew toward the Other Kaima and wrapped around her like a shroud of violet light. She shrieked, dropping the eraser. The black rubber hit the void and shattered into a thousand pieces of gray dust. "What are you doing?" she cried, her form beginning to soften. "You’re making me... solid!" "I'm giving you a name," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "You aren't the 'Other Kaima.' You are the First Draft. And a story needs its first draft to know where it's going."

Not in fear. In ownership. You want my story? Here. Take it. But you don’t get to narrate it anymore. This is mine. Still messy. Still healing. Still here. And I’m still her. ******** When I finished writing, I didn’t record right away. I just sat back and breathed. Because I wasn’t just going to fight them. I was going to starve them of their power. By naming myself before they could define me. The next morning, Evelyn called again.

Each one bore a name that they were known for through the years. Then she looked at me and smiled a little. “What you’ve awakened is something new. That doesn’t happen often. It’s something to be proud of… and it deserves a name worth remembering.” The problem was… I had no idea what to call it. I wasn’t the kind of person who spent time reading poetry or studying old legends. Flowery names and grand meanings weren’t really my strength. I even tried asking my parents, hoping they might suggest something. But they both refused.

If Phoenix didn’t publish anything new in for a long time, people would think she might have deserted. I took out another big and heavy computer, which could run fast. I typed in the password and entered the desktop. There were few icons on the desktop, but two folders. One was for my electronic design manuscripts while the other was for my novel documents. I build a new document and begin typing. The document was named, “The Rule of Nine of Pillers.” After typing three words, I was immersed in thought. I had the idea of the story, but I just didn’t know how to start it when I was about to write.