Sans Character Names Novels & Stories

Scarlet was at the console next to Xander, both of their fingers flying over the keyboards as various screens showed the space around our home and business. "What's up?" Ransom asked as we stepped up beside Atlas and Lukas. They both shook their heads. "No idea, but STAX there are going crazy," Lukas said. "Stax?" I asked. "Scarlet, Taryk, Asher, Xander. STAX. We need a name for your little group as well," Lukas said as he bent around Atlas' frame. "Good luck trying to make a name out of K, K, R, S," Kiema said.

They haven’t seriously considered that possibility. “Yeah. That Cedric ends with a C. The nicer one ends with K. I’ve heard their second names are both old school, so they aren’t using it. They both went with Cedric and Cedrik.” The man calmly explained, so Lily was convinced he’s not bullshitting them. “I’ve been here for a year now, how come I don’t know about it?”

Nothing stood out. Then I reached Debra and Agnes. Their names disappeared just like the others. I kept going. To my grandsons, Luca Theodore Lachlan, Julian Arthur Lachlan, Marcus Frederick Lachlan, and Aaron Wilder Lachlan… I passed the red acetate slowly across the text. Luca. Gone. Julian. Gone. Marcus. Gone. Aaron. Gone. But then— Four words stayed. Four names. Theodore. Arthur. Frederick. Wilder.

Then she reached the first handful of highlighted lines, which were the basic information of her name, phone number, address and email. The next line, though not highlighted, was titled Character Name. Cara lifted her eyes from the paper, and Jason was staring directly her way. Shocked and slightly uncomfortable at his unexpected and unwavering gaze, Cara cleared her throat and looked away in a moment of weakness. Jason continued staring at Cara while he kept leaning his elbows on his knees, and rested his face against his intertwined fingers. When Cara gathered her wits, she turned her eyes back in Jason's direction ready to meet his gaze this time, and she asked, "What is a character name?

That’s all. She looked us over. Then nodded once, slowly. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” Kiran leaned in and muttered, “Please don’t make another sarcastic comment right now.” I didn’t. Instead, I lowered my hand and said, “Thank you.” “My name is Kalilah, and this is my brother Kiran.” The girl huffed. “Jasmine. The one with the pink dyed hair is Mari, the guy with the eyepatch is Aidan, and the one with the curly black hair that is way too beautiful for his good is Nathan.”

It surprised me that the woman and the boy who was previously with Fai in Harry's picture were there. Her name is Anna. She is more beautiful than in the picture, I admit. I previously thought she is Fai’s ex and Ben, her son, is his son but then I heard Ben called Fai ‘uncle’ so it means they’re just friends.

Truly, you have made our stay thus far both remarkably significant and significantly remarkable. Let us try further to conceal their persona by using the pseudonyms in no particular arrangement such as Princess, Yhet, Lorie, Connie, Kristal, Star, Elsie, Minette, Karla, Rose, Heidi, Aying, Lyndell, Ruby, Mia, Ramelle, Mark, Rommel and Jojo to name a few. If it is too much of an intrusion into your individual and private lives, please let us know how insensitive we have become.

“Lady Karin, you and I both know Sir Ansel was born for this role. So much so that destiny skipped Sir Edwin and gave its favorites on him. Have faith that the rest of Blue Moon as well, but most importantly, have faith in Sir Ansel. He needs it from you the most.” “You’re right,” I reply, giving him a warm smile. “I won’t allow them to ruin my day.” “Good.” I stared at him for a moment. “Is there anything else the matter?” “Why doesn’t anyone call you Charles? I mean, after all, it is your name.” He scrunched his face as if in thought. “You know, I’ve never thought about it before. I guess because Alpha David never has and other sort of just followed suit. I suppose I’ve grown used to it.”

" Why don't you ever speak, Rosa? You're just like a quiet wallflower observing everyone else, even though plenty thoughts are bouncing around in your head." Rosaleen hissed in — exasperation? She didn't know, but she continued to narrow her eyes whenever Ronnie made an emphasis on her name, on Rosa. He was always saying her name even when it wasn't necessary. Rosaleen thought inwardly. Maybe her new name wasn't so bad. At home, she was the only one who didn't have a second name; the only who was called Rosaleen. Megan was Meg at home, but she was Rosaleen.

“Really? You can pronounce their names?” “Well, no. But I’ve done close approximations for them.” He handed his notebook over to me. There were rough sketches of the Masters with names next to each. Comfort, Unscathed, Dark Melody, Skull Face, Cheeser, Manly, Killdozer, Gamba and Bisquik. You had to hand it to Maurice, he put the time in. “Nice. I thought his Dad sounded more like Biscuit.” I handed the notebook back.