Silly Book Names Novels & Stories

"I'm one messy quote from going viral." As the felt and glitter were settling, Lily took out the book of baby names once more and pulled out a cushion. "Let's look at what trouble we can christen our child today." Vandaulf collapsed next to her. "We still like 'Aurora', don't we?" "Definitely. She sounds like someone who runs a business creating enchanting candles." "Or an empress with really strict bedtime rules." "What about middle names?" Brenna inquired, her smile intrigued as she sipped her tea.

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

They were both taken aback, Cwena looked up at the window to see if anyone was there and Gerey stared at the door, expecting anyone to come in at that moment. “I'm the book you dolts!” the book said in a boring, matter-of-fact voice, “you didn't expect me to be a dumb book that bears the tickles of an inked feather tingling on its pages do ya?!” “Uhm, no - no. Not at all,” Cwena put in mildly, trying hard to hide the look of disbelief at what she could see right before her, on the gathered hay. The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -”

Those were hilarious. Were those? I quizzed. What the hell was the publisher thinking while coming up with the titles? Dorky and the hoes is still tolerable but once in my cunt? Seriously? That’s the best you can come up with? What’s the book about anyways? Vulva? Sad life changers? Wolves certainly are a rather horny civilization to put such literature on best-sellers. The excited-bee besides me isn’t done gushing over the supposedly brilliant works of the lecherously lewd author who isn’t me. I am pleased I am not. The titles want me to puke my gut out. Putatively, there are more to come.

says Keito, "A very mild name, I suppose." "That's got to be the coolest name out of everyone," I say, "largely because I can understand what it says." "I don't know, I'd say that Machiv's has a run for money. Demon Harpstrings, why didn't I get that?" asks Hila. "Yeah, mine's pretty boring," says Hala, "I don't know what it means anyways." "Well, we're going to have majestic theory later this week. We can head on over to that," I say.

Seeing his laid-back attitude, Rachel felt as if their daughter was not being taken seriously by her father and nearly cried in anger. The list included names like: Brownie, Buttercup, Goldie, Birdie, Pearlie… Which modern-day father would name a child like they were raising a farm dog to survive in the wild? She could barely make herself accept it, telling herself that these “no-frills” names might at least hint at a resilient character in the future. But then there were names like Slug Zoo and Sloth Zoo… Were those really names a girl should have? Rachel’s nose stung, tears quickly welling in her eyes, as she said to Tim, “I don’t like them.”

"I'd like to read them, if I may." Done "Of course, you can read them anytime." The tall writer nodded, and then added with a laugh. "But I fear you may not be a fan of my work any more after that." "Oh, that's impossible." She shook her head adamantly. "I can never stop being a fan of yours." "Alright then, those books I wrote, almost ten years ago now... go by the lead character's name for salability. To name some of them... Beryl Beaver, Fanny Firth, Joana Moaner... that sort of thing.'

A title soon came to mind and she answered, “Recently, I’ve been reading the book called ‘The Struggle For Sweetness’ and I found it an enjoyable read and to my liking.” A few of the young bachelors burst out in cheerful laughter. “The title of the book is called The Struggle For Sweetness? Is that right? Goodness, it seems like a book related to desert making.” Before Alicia could reply, Ash Pavard parted his lips open and said, “Hmm… Sir Killian, I think you have some sort of misunderstanding. The book is quite famous and renowTed for its humanities of sorts. It looks like you don’t know of this.”

She chuckled to herself, wondering why the authors bothered with such misleading names. One particular book caught her eye - 'Blood Lust'. Raven couldn't help but roll her eyes at the title, feeling annoyed at the lack of originality. "Might as well give the writers of these books a Nobel prize for nice book titles," she grumbled under her breath as she opened the book. The first picture she came across made her pause. It was a disturbing image of a man with his head buried deep in the neck of a woman who was sitting down, with blood dripping from her neck.