Names For Novels & Stories

I said and he raised his brows the more. " Oh.. I mean.. I write books.. like novels and I'm tryna bring in this two baby character and I'm stuck looking for a perfect name for them so I'm asking you what name do you think would be perfect if you actually had babies... " I said, hoping he buys it. " Um.. Nathan for the male and.. Lia for the female " He said unsurely and I nodded. My eyes suddenly widened ad I gasped out loudly and he was confused. " Lia?? Like Amelia? " I asked to be sure and he nodded.

"And their names are..." He eyes looked up at me from his coffee and he smirked. "Sisters name is Isabella an older brothers name is Ian." "Your parents continued on with the letter trend, huh?" I chuckled. "Ian, Issac and Isabella." I lifted up my coffee cup in the air and saluted him. "Very cute," I smiled, broadly. "Well, we're definitely no Anthony, Alison, Aidan and Adam," he laughs. "Who came up with that one, your mum?"

It was slow, warm, and unhurried — the kind of kiss that felt like a promise. They spent the next few minutes tossing around ridiculous baby name ideas, laughing until tears ran down Zara’s cheeks. “What about Apollo and Athena?” Regan suggested. “This is Nigeria, not Mount Olympus,” she giggled. “We’re not naming our children after Greek gods.” “Fine. Taiwo and kehinde?.” “Now you’re overcompensating,” she teased.

He breathed out without saying anything. “So, I have been searching for pup names, and I came up with a few,” I said. He hummed. “For girl, I came up with Janice, Yolanda, Kim, Margeret, Aurora, Rose, and Liya,” I said, smiling. “For boy, I came up with Vince, Danice, Sam, Otto, and Liam,” I said, bending to check if he was listening or sleeping. He looked up, turning around, and now I was seated on his torso. He smiled.

Or maybe our fault. Growth, or whatever people call it. “Yeah,” I say after a second. “Just thinking.” “Dangerous.” I roll my eyes. “Please. I think all the time.” “Exactly my point.” I laugh. And it’s easy. That still surprises me sometimes. The ceremony starts soon after. Everyone settles, the noise softening into something quieter, more focused. I find myself sitting between Mark and Christine’s cousin who I’ve already forgotten the name of, which is terrible, I know, but in my defense, there are too many people here and not enough memory space in my brain today.

He nods along seems to agree with my name choices so I finish my list " that leaves are two daughters or as they call her here number three will be Skylar Jewel Dagon and number four my sweet little mini you is going to be name Piper Jasmine Dagon." Brian applauds like this was a show he loved, and I laugh and fake bow. We both laugh, and he says, " I love them there perfect. I did notice all the middle names start with a j though is there a reason?" I smile and say I don't know for the boys, but it just happened, so I wanted to continue it since there quintuplets my as well all have something alike all, and the names end in an r also." He stopped to think about that and smiled "your right t

Napakamot lang ako ng ulo dahil doon at nginitian sila. Mahirap na, baka umiyak pa 'tong babae na ito rito sa harap namin. "There are numbers of names though." simula niya na kunwari ay nag-iisip pa. "Let's see.. There's Hyde..uh..Magi, Luna..there's Apollo and... Akio..I didn't remember the other names." "That so." tumatangong tugon ko. "Ibig sabihin, isa man sa pangalang iyon ang banggitin mo, may lilitaw para ibigay ang wish mo?"

She felt rather ashamed that she didn’t know what her name meant, but she was determined to find out once she got back to the orphanage. “That name is too hard to pronounce,” Logan said to himself. “Why don’t we give you another name? A nickname?” “Why would you give her a nickname?” Tara asked in annoyance. “Yeah! Why?” Alaina shouted at her brother. “I want a nickname, too,” Tara demanded. “Your name is easy to pronounce,” Sebastian said. “And it’s kind of short already.” “How about Sarah?” Nicolas suggested. “It’s a popular name, and it means princess.”

Choosing names for our children was a very challenging task. I learnt from Ryder’s case that our child needed two names. One that would be kept a secret and known only to his parents and grandparents and another name that he would use in public. That was when I realized that Reiner’s name isn’t really Knight. It had never dawned on me before that Reiner’s name wasn’t Knight.

I sat down near them, leaning back on my hands, still catching my breath. “You guys have names, or do I just make them up?” I asked. They laughed, and one by one they rattled them off. “Liam.” “Ethan.” “James.” “Noah.” “Lucas.” “Gabriel.” “Sophie.” “Isla.” Eight names. Eight faces I couldn’t stop staring at. I repeated each one in my head, committing them to memory like they might vanish if I didn’t. “And your mom, what is her name?” I asked, keeping my tone easy, even though my pulse was hammering hard enough to feel in my throat.