Middle Names For Makenna Novels & Stories

Just two people and a lot of Miami afternoon and the particular freedom of being somewhere nobody knew their names or their arrangement or their complicated feelings about either. It was, she realized, kind of wonderful. "Okay," she said, after a while. "Tell me something I don't know about you." Neo glanced sideways at her. "What are we, eighteen?" "We got married before we knew each other's middle names. A pause. "My middle name is David." "Neo David McKinney." She tried it. “Mine's Katarina, after my grandmother."

“Melanie for short. It means ‘dark flower’ I thought... it sounds like she will be fierce and beautiful” Mina’s eyes soften. “Melantha. I love it.” I pause then add “But I also thought, since they’re triplets, why not use the same letter for their names?” Another small smile. “Their father is Max, I believe that is his real name so I have been considering Mason and Moritz for the boys” Mina claps her hands once. “Mason, Moritz and Melantha. That’s perfect. All M’s. They’ll be unstoppable.”

“Fine. Rose is too obvious. What about Harper? Sandra Harper Kane. Keeps your name in there. The fighter. The one who took down an empire and still looked hot doing it.” I tilt my head. “I like Harper. It’s strong. It’s me. But then her initials are SHK. Sounds like a cough syrup brand.” He snorts. “True. Sandra Harper Kane. The miracle baby who clears congestion.” We both crack up. “Okay, no Harper,” I say, wiping tears of laughter. “What about Grace? Sandra Grace Harper-Kane. Classic. Elegant. And honestly… we could use some grace after everything.” He nods slowly. “Grace is nice. But it feels a little… safe. Our girl’s going to be a hurricane. She needs a middle name with some bite.”

she muttered under her breath. "You have English now so do I. Let's go." Mehr said to Makiyyah who was busy looking around the school "Okay," she answered absent minded. "Kiyyah, we have to walk fast before the last bell." Mehr said dragging Makiyyah along. "Kiyyah. I like the name," Makiyyah said grinning. Gosh! She's just like Afnaan maybe more.

she replies dripping sensuality. It's about twenty seconds before Madison answers. "Mak here." "Hi, Mad, how's it hangin'?" Her irritated sigh heightens the smile on my face. "Mad is worse than Madison and you know it. I need to start calling you Gom." "You know I won't call you Mak, so get over yourself," I tease. Mak is a badass name for a badass woman who's an ex-cop. I won't deny that Kick-ass should be her middle name. Pushing her buttons is too much fun, though. "I'm cutting your tantrum short, sweet cheeks. I'm heading to the Lincoln and I'd like you to arrange some company."

“Jade?" suggested Ian. Eden was speechless. “Really? You want to give her the name Ivan wanted for his child?” “Would you mind very much? I think she should have something that connects her to her father, even if he doesn't deserve it. Maybe not as a first name: people know that Ivan and I weren't very close. But as a middle name, why not? What was your mother's name, or do you have an idea?” “Nadia. My sisters are called Hanna and Selena. why not Amara?”

Once we both agree on the name I pick, he ends up giving a sort of an unthinkable pair of names. I mean, when we first agreed on the name of Mia, there are many names that suit such a lovely name, like Malia, Sophia. Olivia and Lia. Yet Lucas decided on Makayla. I don't from where did he get such a name from, but I won't call any of my daughters by that name. Once it started to get late, we decided on getting back home. Once we reached the Salvator's building. My attention was caught by a woman that was standing at the entrance. A woman that I know very well...

“She’ll be beautiful like Ella. Kind, and funny, and a little clumsy with a sword but brave all the same.” Now, I’m smiling despite myself. “Kenna,” he says, matter-of-factly. “What?” “That’s her name. Kenna. It means ‘born of fire’ in the old tongue.” “Kenna,” I say, letting the name roll off my tongue. “I like it. You’re good at this.” “I’ll tell Ella you came up with it so I don’t blow your cover.”

Allen’s off spring began to pour several glasses for Salina as she sat comfortably and Rosa as she stood for a moment. “Aidan…” “My name is Mekhi. I told you that!” The offspring yelled out angrily in a boost that caused Rosa to jump. It was as if she was afraid of her own son. Ken glanced at her compliance and obedience as she sat quietly this time in the chair around the small coffee table. Kenneth scoffed while folding his arms. “Some son you got there Rosa.” He said sarcastically. Mekhi laughed, swirling the blood in his glass like wine. “You know what the name means?”

Sitting in the back of the car, holding Grant’s hand while we make our way to our second to last birthing class, I go over some of the names we are still considering. “What did you think of McKenzie?” I ask Grant. “It sort of sounds like a last name to me,” he admits. “But I like Kinsley.” “Kinsley is cute,” I agree. “What sort of middle name would you put with that?” “What about Kinsley Ann, after you?” he asks. “That would be cute. I wish we could incorporate your name into her name as well,” I say. “Well, we might have a boy someday and make Grant his middle name. But I don’t think we can use Grant for a girl, and there’s not an easy way to make it feminine–Granta? Granty? Granata?”