Names For Novels & Stories

His hand came up to my face again and caressed my cheek as he searched my face, which I'm certain was red. "My name is Colton, and my wolf's name is Nexus." He said, and I swear I heard my cat let out a content sigh with a dreamy face, as he stared love-struck at our mate. I don't blame him, Colton and Nexus are such handsome names! I felt a smile spread across my face as I repeated their names, "Colton and Nexus." I said quietly, trying their names out, and loving the way it sounds.

Summer said innocently. “Summer, you should call your brother by his name,” Lucas sighed helplessly. “But Mommy said brothers’ names are Bourbon and Whiskey,” Summer said stubbornly in her cute childish voice. I laughed out loud. When I woke up three years ago, and knew that I had two daughters and two sons. I named the girls 'Summer' and 'Winter' and the boys 'Bourbon' and 'Whiskey'. I thought it was cute, but Lucas was against the names Bourbon and Whiskey. He named them Raphael and Gabriel, yet we still called them Bourbon and Whiskey.

Connie asked happily. "Well, I still vote for Noelle Gabriella and Daniell James and then we just need to come up with one more girl name," Jason says. "Okay, sounds good to me," I say happily. "So, we have Noelle Gabriella and Daniell James, do we do another 'N' name for the girl or another 'D' name or one that doesn't start with either?" Jason asks. "Um, how about another 'N' name," I suggest unsure.

My mind cranked up over the names, and I spun around to look at Alejandro. “The Chef? The Fisherman?” What the hell was wrong with these guys’ names? “Those are name codes. Every made man has his unique name. Of course, nobody just gets to come up with a name and call himself that. The name has to live up to the reputation.” Kaito informed while flashing me a polite smile in the rearview mirror. “So those are not their real names?” I asked the rhetorical question. Alejandro growled his response. I glanced at him before bumping him with my elbow. He glanced at me, and I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Oh, Robert, I've been thinking about names too! I've compiled a list of possibilities. Let's go through them together and see if any resonate with us." They engaged in a lighthearted game of name exploration, bouncing ideas back and forth. Each name carried a story or a meaning, a reflection of their hopes and dreams for their child. They laughed, debated, and found solace in the shared anticipation of welcoming a new life into their family.

"Jason, why are my payroll card and competition entries registered under Christian's name? The copyrights to those songs, the honors from those awards… How did they all become Christian's? What exactly were all my years of hard work worth?" When Jason heard me, he gave an awkward chuckle and deliberately avoided my gaze. "Mr. Thomson, this matter was handled according to Ms. Sullivan's instructions. She said it was for the convenience of management. Mr. Christian is her family, so registering everything under his identity would avoid a lot of trouble and save him the effort of personally creating anything himself."

“Her name should be Meredith.” The room goes quiet for a beat, the weight of the name settling in the air. “Meredith?” Logan repeats slowly. Carmen nods. “Yes.” Connor frowns slightly. “But our names start with C,” he says. “Connor. Carmen.” “That’s exactly why,” Carmen replies confidently, turning to him as if explaining something very obvious. “We have C names because Daddy’s name starts with L and Mommy’s name starts with M, and we needed our own letter, but she’s different.”

Four futures she was actively keeping out of the hands of a man who had categorized them as a mere inheritance mechanism on a legal addendum. "Their names," Marcus said softly, turning down the machine's contrast. "Have you thought about what to call them?" She had. She had been naming them in the dark since the night she saw the positive test strips. But saying them aloud made them real in a way that even a heartbeat on a screen couldn't fully mirror. "Cael," she said, her voice steadying. "Lyra. Remy." She paused, feeling the fourth name settle into the concrete room like a promise. "Serafine."

"Because I have opinions. I've been sitting on opinions." "We have two options," Isla said, putting him on speaker. "Tell me. I need to know if my opinions are relevant or if I've wasted a week thinking about baby names for no reason." "Niamh, if it's a girl. Daniel, if it's a boy." A pause. "Niamh. How do you—" "Like Neeve." "That's not how it's spelled." "No."

Name of cars. Damm it I suck at it. "Okay ,name of girls." Marco calls ,plastered on his face is a sly smirk. "Miranda." "Skylar." Nathan calls his eyes darting to me,and I had to resist the urge to claw them out. Who does he think he is to call my name. "Mia." Grayson says. They kept on going and we thought they would never failed until Marco called Misha .Nathan had called it before.