My Little Pony My Name Novels & Stories

She joined him when she was done and sat across from him. “So” She started. “So?” “Don't you have anything to say?” She asked, a little surprised. “Ok fine. Hi, my name's Takumi Rengoku and I'm 16 years old. Nice to meet you.” She looked at him with a tilted head and raised an eyebrow. “This is the part where you also introduce yourself.” She couldn't stop herself from snorting. “What?” “I wasn't expecting that response. I'm Twilight Sakata and no, my parents weren't wasted when they named me. They just really loved My Little Pony.” She paused for a moment. “Actually, now that I’ve said that out loud, I think they were.”

She looked intelligent and adorable with her flushed cheeks, rosy lips, and dark sparkly eyes. “Oh, what a smart girl. What’s your name?” Zephyrus relaxed his furrowed brows. How could he stay mad when such an adorable little girl was standing right in front of him? Monique secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She was hoping that her uncle would not be too angry at her in front of Little Nomi. “My full name is Angel Xander, mommy calls me Little Nomi. You can call me Little Nomi too,” Little Nomi blinked as she answered.

he said, rubbing his eyes hard. I smiled, grabbed him, and lifted him onto my hip. “Hi, little man,” I said, taking him into the kitchen. “Did you sleep well?” “Uh-huh,” he nodded. “I had a dream, too.” “No way; tell me about it?” I asked, glancing back at my bedroom door. “You bought me a pony for my birthday,” Noah said. “And, I named him Pecan.” I smiled. “Is that a dream or a wish?”

he says. "What is my name?" I ask. "I have been thinking about that," he comments. "I think…you will be called …Oryx." "Oryx?" "It is the largest of all the animals." "Oryx," Impala says. "That is your name." I am no longer Victoria. I am Oryx.

Her mother said and smiled turning towards her and leaned against her elbow. “wow!! Just like the princess in your favorite cartoon?” Morana aske eagerly, “yes honey, just like sleeping beauty” Serena chuckled "Then I'm gonna name mine wolf Ho-Hontas! Just like my favorite princess" Morana proudly declared giggling, happy to have thought of a princess’ name too.

I say. “The others laugh at me. Kaylani said we could pick our own names, but…” “Do you like your name?” I ask her. “Yes.” “Then tell me what it is. I won’t laugh. Dragon’s honor.” “Is that a thing?” one of the other juveniles asks. “It is and don’t interrupt, Kenzo,” Kaylani chides him. The little fire dragon looks at him and then back at me. “My name is Amne.”

Yes I am Hello there, Rosabel Grace. My name is Minerva, You can call me Mini.

for the truth. I couldn’t find my little Kitten if I didn’t know where to start looking. We all sat in my father’s home, and at first, we were all silent until I decided to start talking since no one else were prepared to speak up I would. “I need to know where to start looking, this was purely kidnapping. Someone knew exactly where to find her, and I need to know how. Who would be looking for her?” I looked at Madelynn who had tears stream down her eyes “I don’t know where to start. Every single man I ever dated or gotten married to had it out for her. So where do I even start.” I looked her dead in the eyes “start from the beginning, her dad. Let’s hear it.” She wiped the tears “Catalya’s

he grinned, his voice deep and smooth, completely different from the squeaky boy I remembered. The nickname brought a sudden, violent wave of nostalgia crashing over me. It was our old inside joke. The whole concept was that I was a princess, but also not really—like Princess Vanellope from the arcade movie. Rough around the edges, always glitching into trouble, and more likely to throw a punch than wear a tiara. You get the vibe, right? I pulled back just enough to look at his face, my hands resting on his broad shoulders. "Look at you! What happened? How are you even standing right now?"

he whispers. The sound of my name is like a physical blow. It’s low and raspy from disuse, but it carries a clarity that hasn't been there for half a year. My heart doesn't just race; it hammers against my ribs, a wild, frantic bird demanding release. A wave of heat rushes through my veins, followed by a dizzying sense of vertigo. After months of being a stranger to him, after months of being the monster in his nightmares, he is seeing me. "I'm here," I choke out. The words feel too small for the sheer magnitude of the moment. "I'm right here, little prince."