My Little Pony My Name Novels & Stories

"Has Patricia mentioned my name already?" "No... I have no clue what you're named." Again, I witness his lips briefly curl. "My name is William, and there is no need for introductions—your name must be Phoebe Buffay." "No, my name is Alice, but wow! That's an enormous compliment! I love Friends, and I think Phoebe is the funniest character ever!" I laugh while we dance, taken by William's reference. "And I've had no one say I'm like Phoebe before! I usually get called Luna Lovegood."

“I love it,” River says, softer than usual. Her fingers stroke the bunny’s single eye like it’s a treasured relic. “He’s called Misfit.” “And I’m calling yours Rotten Bones,” she adds. Luke snorts. But I’m sure he likes the name. Lili holds hers up — soft white fluff with sparkly purple eyes. “Mine’s named Princess Pixelbrain.” Enrique leans over to me. “Should we be concerned about the distinct difference in names and vibes?”

How great would it be to walk into a fairy feast wearing a T-shirt which read: Totally Un-Fey-zed, perhaps with a picture of Tinkerbell meditating? "Maybe we should address the issue of your name first," I said to the puka, and she perked up to look at me intensely. "You want a name, huh? I guess I would too. I'd hate for people to just call me Hey You or Girl. Hmm, let's see. How about Shadow?" The puka lowered her head to the floor and whined.

The little girl mumbled coincidently. What was your name ? Caras asked her , " Melany" the little girl mumbled . Mommy used to call me "many" as my nick name, I loved it. The girl exclaimed with a smile making Cara smile too . You are so sweet , no wonder moongoddess chose you and met her in heaven, she commented making her blush.

Unicorn balloons, roses, and a whole bunch of designer bags. I was about to say something when my eyes caught a movement outside. "Is that a---," I couldn't finish my sentence, because of how shocked I was. Completely and utterly shocked. I can't believe my eyes. "A pony?" Flynn finished my sentence for me and grinned sheepishly, "Yes, it is. Isn't she beautiful?" He looked outside the window and stared at the pony in awe. "Her name is rainbow." "You...you bought a pony for her?" I stuttered, I was still shocked.

I guided her up to the microphone stand, where she nervously cleared her throat. “Ummm, hi. My name is Becky, and I’m 7. I like horses, singing, and princess stuff.” She glanced up at me, and I gave her an encouraging nod. “I have a puppy. Her name is Hope, and I want to keep her.” She turned her head to look at Rip, who smiled at her. “My favorite color is pink, and I love tutus.”

Sophie going straight for Olivia and Charlotte went right for Knox, who scooped her up in his arms. "What did you wish for?" He asked the little girl in his arms. "A pony!" She grinned at him. "A pony." He echoed looked over at me. I grinned myself. A pony was a huge ask and I can hundred percent guarantee Annie and Lucas didn't get her one. "What would you name him?" "I name her Bre like Bre." As if these two girls didn't already have my heart. "Well that is a very beautiful name." Knox met my eyes once more as he spoke. I ducked my head at the heat in his stare.

she mumbles grumpily. Brendan bites the inside of his cheek so hard he nearly draws blood. “Well, then what is his name?” Alcina demands, all intelligible traces of fear evaporated in the face of her aggrieved discovery that the wolf she’d affectionately grown attached to as Fluffy, apparently already had a different owner and name. Brendan, not for the first time, does not quite know what to make of this lass. “His name is Ghost,” he says. Ghost, at his name, barks once, before settling into a sharp sitting position right at Brendan's heel.

“Come on, open up.” I giggled, leaning forward. “You’re ridiculous.” “Hey, I’m just trying to impress the queen of my heart.” I gave him a teasing look. “Is that so?” “Mm-hmm,” he said, popping a grape into his mouth. “This is my subtle way of getting you to agree to the name I like.” I raised a brow, amused. “Oh? What name would that be?” He leaned in. “Storm. For a boy.” I blinked. “Storm? Like… thunderstorm?”

Still, I said, "so what? You had a front row in enjoying my breakup and now you are thinking of Stephanie's little sad love story?" "Nah. Besides, I know sad - That is not it. I am the guy whose name is Hawk Moose. I mean, when you are named after a bird and a deer, the least a boy could hope for is a cool middle name. But that one's actually worse - Gary. So, it is actually Hawk Gary Moose. Do you know what it feels like to wake up every day and think, jeez, why did my parents hate me so much? I share a name with Sponge bob's snail."