Names Mean Fox の小説・ストーリー

Argo replied. “For who?” Cyrus asked. “Who the fuck are you waiting on? Os? Because that fucker already has a few kids named after him. I’m not saying you need to name someone after me, but, I mean….” Argo laughed loudly, “I am named after you, asshole.” “No, after my wolf. That doesn’t count. Two different people, man. My wolf might be attached to me, but Fox is not me. So, where the fuck is Cyrus Junior, huh? Even Asher has a kid named after him.”

Everyone sighs deeply in relief when I hear the wheels screeching on the asphalt, indicating that they’re gone. Beware of the Fox? These four words are keep playing on my mind even Francois is long gone. Fox? FOX Fuck! François Oscar Xavier. François Oscar Xavier is the Fox.

Why do you say they'll kill you? "The one who always has my back, Fox, my best friend, is suspended. " Fox, what's your last name? " She asked him and noticed his intrigue. "Groemen, Groemen Fox. Why the question? " It doesn't fit. " She heard him say softly. " But I'm asking for nothing. " She smiled at him.

, he grinned cheekily. "Yeah?" Raven hummed pushing to stand up, "When was that?" he teased. "About seven and a half hours ago", he answered honestly, standing fluidly the fox in his arms, "You know a baby fox is called a kit, not a puppy", he pointed out. Raven still rearing from the sudden new information, he stared at Zen shocked, and before he could say anything about it, Marcia and Pyria stepped back out into the yard, the latter making a beeline for him, bracing for the impact he winced as the elf picked him up, forgetting her strength.

Reina said. Argo Logan or Argo Fox. Mmm, that didn’t sound bad. And another A, like his father. Okay, then the fucking second one. Elora was a character from the TV show Willow.I liked Airk. You almost pronounce it like Erik, but it looked way more fucking cool. Argo Fox and Airk Logan. Two A names. I was sure Asher would be fine; he fucking trusted me with the names. "Or should they get more names like Aeryn?"

Maruk and the tribal members were gloomy and sombre in the hall when the door opened and a smaller beastmen entered. "Tribe Leader Maruk." A little voice spoke up. They may not have heard it if it hadn't been for the cyclops' excellent hearing. The beastmen belonged to the Fox tribe. "If you grant this humble servant the opportunity to speak." Maruk's brow wrinkled. It was his first time meeting the fox beastmen. The Fox tribe was regarded as one of the lesser tribes in the Beast kingdom. The only thing they had going for them was that they were smarter than most beastmen.

Layla said to Lucius with a warm smile. As the conversation flowed, they found themselves drawn to names that resonated with them personally. Each name carried a story, a sentiment, and a vision of the future. Lucius, a mischievous glint in his eyes, proposed, "How about Felix? It means 'happy' or 'fortunate.' We could use a bit of luck, couldn't we?" Layla laughed, the sound echoing in the room. "Felix does sound cheerful. I like the positive vibe."

I pull my hand back to search, but the wolf starts back up again. "Give me a moment, alright?" I shoo him off and he plops down with his head down. "Angus, Apollo, Archie, Ash, Axel, Baxter, Bingo, Bruce, Bruno, Champ, Charlie, Chester, Chip, Coco, Dexter, Duke, Eddie, Felix, Frankie, Freddy, George, Griffin, Hunter, Kane, King, Lenny, Logan, Marty, Max, Milo, Nelson, Noah, Ollie, Oscar, Ozzy, Peanut, Pepper, Prince, Rambo, Rocco, Romeo, Sam, Scooby, Scout, Simba, Snoopy, Spencer, Spike, Spot, Tucker, Walter, Woody," I skip over the names as quickly as I can. I know for a fact I won't use common names, whether the wolf likes it or not.

“Sorry, ladies, the Fox of Bay Street has her claws firmly set in the Wolf of Bay Street. He’s off the market and the wolf is happy about it.” There it was. The tagline that would stick. The fox and the wolf. Ellie couldn’t help but groan at the irony of the horrid nicknames. “I’m glad she didn’t go with the fox and the hound reference.” “That would have been insulting. I didn’t know she knew her nickname in the back rooms.” “What do you mean?” This Ellie had to hear. “Well, she’s beautiful, and they used to call her the Fox of Bay Street. The media coined Malcolm as the Wolf of Bay Street. How was I supposed to know she really was?” He finished whispering in her ear. “A fox shifter?”

"What's your name?" "My name is Molly," she replied. " You know, everyone here knows you ." She said while laughing softly. "Oh, I see. Well, thank you again for holding my baby. It means a lot to me." I smiled at her as I held onto my little one. Molly smiled warmly at me. "No problem. He's such a cute baby." I chuckled. "Thank you. His name is Phoenix." "Phoenix. I like that name," Molly remarked. "Thank you. I chose it for him because it symbolizes ' strength, resilience, and new beginnings' ." I explained, feeling proud of my choice.