Interesting Last Names For Characters Novels & Stories

She yelled. "You can't blame me for wanting a special name for my baby." I muttered. "There are so many special names! Well, you have me now. What about Voldemort?" I looked at her waiting for her to laugh at the joke but she kept a straight face. "You're joking, right?" "Of course not! I like the name, it's cute." She glared at me like I just stole her firstborn child. "Well, I obviously don't like it." "Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?"

I punch in Dynamic Cee for my name, then my eyes move to Colt. "Why are you looking at me so intensely?" I tap my chin, then sit up sharply. "I've got it." I put in Charismatic Colt. He peers up at the screen and smiles. "I like it." "Now for Ethan." I type in Enigmatic Ethan." Colt chuckles. "Spot on." "And I'm putting Alessandro last because he's a whiny baby." "I'm not playing this stupid game," his rough voice says. "Maybe you should play it before you call it stupid? Let's see..." I tap my chin, then put in Deadpan Alessandro.

“Chichi…” Gael huffs a laugh. “You would know which is which wouldn’t you?” “A mother’s intuition.” Arabella mutters as she continues to gaze down upon them. “What should their names be?” “Last name is Laurent, correct? Or do you want them to have your last name?” Gael asks. “Yours. I like Laurent better.” Arabella purses her lips before she grins. “Chacha is Hazel Eloise Laurent.” “A middle name?” Gael jokes.

Kimberly asked, walking towards him and standing beside him. Liam took his eyes off her, and looked up at the sky, "Gives me time to think." "Yeah, it gives you time to plot your next move on the Lopez's." Kimberly said, making a brief eye contact with Liam, and then she continued, "Liam Danvers." Shocked that she knew his last name, Liam tried to deny it. "Uhmm, I have no idea who you're talking about, my last name is Steinfeld… actually." Liam said.

“They’re the same, Grandma. It can’t be…” Shayne gasps, her heart refusing to accept that the dolls are identical. “What’s your last name, Charlotte?” Shayne asks, never having cared to know before. All she ever wanted was to be rid of her. “Charlotte Milestone… We share the same last name, Grandma!”

I heave another sigh as I click on another website. "Phantom. Bambam," I giggle, but continue, "Coffee. Kujo. Vincent. Ooh, Knight. No?" I get no response. "Oh, look at this list, there has to be something somewhere in here. Albus. Amadeus. Galileo. Mushu!" I burst out laughing at one of my favourite characters. The wolf huffs, so I continue. "Sherlock. Wonton. Picasso. Bilbo. Gandalf. Merlin. Gatsby. Poe. Watson. Alfredo. Cat. Einstein. Toothless!" I continue with my frantic state as I see another favourite character. The wolf just huffs again and I roll my eyes.

But we didn’t expect the King’s men to fight fair, so we weren’t going to either. When I went back inside I met Elsie in the library with my laptop and we got back to work from where we had yesterday. I also made sure that I had that same notebook and pen with me in case we got any more phone calls today from other packs around the country that Ethan had called. As we were delving deeper into the research and finding more and more information on different locations I found this one that didn’t have any pictures but it sounded familiar. “The Lycan King’s first name is Alexander. He told me that himself. Does anyone know his last name?” I asked.

She listed down everything from her memory. His grey eyes. Tiny full-stop birthmark on his jaw. Black hair so soft she missed the touch. Kissable lips and a jaw carved out of marble. In the place of the character's name, she wrote Kyle, leaving the surname blank. No, wait. What if she made it Kennan? Kyle Kennan. The name of that hotel was Kenna Lounge. It held memories. The female lead had her features and the rest of her family’s dynamics. A father as terrifying as Baba, a mother as cowardly as Mama, and a sister as sweet as Cara.

We told the girls what we were up to, and they told us that we had better tell them about anything we found. “Damn, some of these books are fucking old.” Ian says. “What is the name we are looking for again?” Afa asks. “The last name is Dulane.” Drake states. I see Ian stiffen when we say this name. I ask him what is wrong.

"I can tell you what you need to know about the three families." "Do you know the names of the families?" Osiris asks. "Sure," I say. "There are the Lyalls, the Phelans, and the Wilks." "You don't know my last name, do you?" Osiris chuckles. "Oh my Goddess," I clutch my pretend pearls. "I have been marked and mated, and I don't even know your last name. I hope the Moon Goddess doesn't strike me down." "This is serious," Osiris says as we pull into the driveway of an immaculate house. "My name is Osiris Wilks."