My Little Pony My Name Novels & Stories

He growled. “Yeah… I know… I’m sorry for asking.” I replied quietly. I walked to the door and when I looked back at him, a thought came to my mind. He had claimed me… but did he even know my name? “Spit it out.” He snarled, making me flinch. I guess I had wasted enough of his time. “I wanted to say… My name is Evangeline… Evangeline Rose, N-not Little M-mouse or Little Omega…” Why did he call me little? There was nothing little about me.

Horses were lined around the field and several round bales of hay stood further up ahead. "You may, my Gabrielle." Mammon answered. "I don't know if I can ask, but what is your chosen name?" I asked him. I don't know why, but I was curious about what it was. He grinned. "My chosen name is Micah." He answered. "Shut the fuck up." I said in shock. He looked at me. First angry, but then curious. I just realized I cursed at him.

The little child looked to be about three or four years old, dressed in trendy clothes, and had an exquisitely carved face. He looked up at me, cuteness radiating from him. But he called me “Aunt”... I couldn't just accept that. I was a bit confused and patted his small head. "Aunt?" "Yes! Aunt, my name is Daniel Jackson. You can call me Danny!" The little one was incredibly adorable, introducing himself with a soft, innocent voice and an endearing demeanor.

A small creature with big saucer eyes, leathery knobby skin, and long perked up fluffy white bunny ears sprouting straight out its head stepped into the light. "If you please miss, my name is Spindleton Charles Flickerflackwind The Third. But people call me Spindle." I smiled weakly at the small creature. He was so weirdly out of place it made me want to laugh. "It's nice to meet you, Spindle. I'm Carrie." His eyes widened, "its nice to meet me, miss? No one's ever told me that before miss. I thank you kindly." I, raised my eyebrows, "sure. No problem."

Her eyes were now riveted to the floor and I could feel anxiety crashing off her in waves. “It’s okay to call me Silk. That’s actually the name of my sprite spirit. So it’s still part of me.” I offered her a kind smile, “What are you curious about?” “I just. Why me? I’ve never been anyone or anything of note, nothing particularly special. I’m just a fairy that went to school with you.” Her face was super serious and I could barely keep my giggles to myself.

Kinda boring. -Well, I strive to be unique and that sounds much better! Braze. Gives me the impression of a cute little prince. But we need a nickname for you. Honeybree? Nah..my mother's friend's name is honeybree. How about honeybree? It suits you. Small and cute! I flush even more and smile. This kid is really outgoing. -Hey you wanna go play with the slide thing?-He asks and I shift uncomfortably. -Omg don't tell me you've never tried it!

He really wanted to come with me. And who was I to reject his care? It would be nice not to be alone like this turn. Okay,” I finally said. —But I have one condition. Elijah raised an eyebrow in doubt. You no he can more me to call in Luna. My name It is Rarity. Elijah frowned, immediately shaking his head and opening his mouth for to discuss. Please,” I said before he could disagree. — It really hurts to be called Luna. The title just brings back bad memories for me. I just want to be Rarity. Only Rarity. No 'Luna'.

I flirt, making her giggle. “Well, that is something isn’t it,” She flirts back. “I’m Luna.” “Seriously, your name is Luna?” I ask with a smile. “My parents are Potterheads as well as Potheads,” she laughs. “So, you knew my name? How?” I ask. “Simple, you play football,” She smiles. “So, you are a ball bunny?” I ask losing interest. She smacks my arm. “No, asshole, your name is up there,” she points above us on my locker.

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

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.