My Little Pony My Name Novels & Stories

She blew a bubble and popped it loudly as she waited for my answer. “Yeah, it’s definitely not Curly-Q, though. My name is Matt. What is your’s, Rainbow Brite?” “Ha. ha. Ha. You think you are funny, don’t cha?” Another bubble popped. “You started it.” I felt a genuine smile coming to my face; my cheeks felt slightly sore from the facial expression. “So, what is your name? Unless you want me to call you Rainbow Brite?” “My name is Iris.” “Like the flower?”

I say over and over again. The sun begins to rise, and I’m still repeating “My name is Eve. I’m six years old. I’m an orphan; my Mother was an Omega”. And then I hear footsteps approaching.

Another anomaly in the world of dragons. "We need names," I said around a yawn. "Although, I've already got one picked out." My three men looked at me. Identical dark eyebrows raised. "Charlotte." Their smiles were breathtaking. They nodded. "I love that idea, Cheeks. Thank you." Grumpy squeezed one of my toes. "Charlotte Elaine Ladon," Tove said. As if we'd all already known, we looked at the little girl swaddled in the purple blanket. I smiled. Nodded. "That's perfect."

she announced proudly. “Aww, Luna. That’s the perfect name for a cutie like you. Can I call you my little bunny?” Luna gasped. “Bunny? But bunnies are rabbits!” Tessa shook her head playfully. “No, bunny is my special nickname for adorable girls. I used to call my little sister that too.” “You have a sister?” Luna’s eyes sparkled. “How old is she? Can she come play with me? It’s so boring here sometimes.”

My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest. Then the announcer finally called my name, “Luna Iris of the Blood Moon Pack!”

Deep dimples appeared on both her cheeks, making her look even more adorable. My chest skipped a beat. She had called me Luna. Her smile alone was enough to drown out the hostility from the rest of the pack members. I held both her hands. “What’s your name?” “Juniper,” she answered quickly. “But since you’re my friend, you can call me Jun.” I laughed out loud. “I’m your friend now?” “Yes, Luna…” Her voice dropped. “Or… don’t you want to be friends like the other kids?” she asked, pouting sadly.

I wave at the little girl. She has a wicked smile on her face before she shouts, “MY NAME IS NOT ADINA!” The shock on my face couldn’t explain the emotions I felt for missing up so badly. I looked between Talia and this little girl petrified. Then laughing, not just from the little girl but also from Talia.

Ginger turned her head with eyes blinking of curiosity. Mia didn't have a good impression of him, but he did help her look for Ginger after all so she managed her expression. "Anything I can help you with?" Timothy gazed at her. "What is your name?" She arched her brow. Assuming that he wanted to know more about her, she brushed her hair to her back. "The name's Little Fairy. Bye!" Then, she left while holding hands with Ginger. The latter sneaked a peek across her shoulder to wave at him. She didn't lie about her mother's name.

How extraordinary. “Correct,” she said, her lips curling into a sad smile. “My name is Mileena. But you used to call me Milly… or Little Star.” Her voice broke slightly at the last words, the weight of emotions she hid behind her smile shining through. “I’ve missed hearing that.”

asked Jackson coldly. The little girl blinked her eyes, which resembled that of Serenity’s apricot eyes. “Mommy said you were my Daddy, and she even showed me your photo. It was torn, but Mommy said when we met Daddy, we would take a few more photographs together. Right, my name is Jacqueline, but I like the sound of Jackie more. Can I use that name in kindergarten…” As the kid chattered away, she began to talk about her preferences, what colors she liked, her favorite food, and what stories she enjoyed listening to.