Whimsical Names Novels & Stories

“You’ve been thinking for an hour.” “Your voice isn’t helping.” “My voice is fantastic.” I threw a marker at him again for the up tenth time. He dodged it making my efforts effortless. “Lisa,” he said, more seriously now, “you need a name that feels like you. Something Catchy Something bold. Something no one can copy.” I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “What about *Silver Siren*?” I muttered. He wrinkled his nose. “That sounds like a shampoo brand.” “Ugh, true.”

She was stiff, self-controlled, and didn’t seem like the kind of person that played much but here she was someone else. “We were coming up with a name. I think Willow is nice,” Slayman said proudly. “I thought we decided on Federica,” Tiana said scoffing at Slayman’s name. “No, we said Dolomite is the best,” Louisa said rolling her eyes. “I thought Dolomite is a liming…” Ethan was cut in. “Liming or not liming it’s a pretty cool name.” Louisa waved her hand at him. Leila rolled her eyes at their attitude. They had always been kids. They still had the minds of children. Sometimes she had to remind herself to be the grownup amongst them.

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

Tall and lanky hunched into her seat on one side, almost Gertrude's height even sitting, while portly and round, with tiny glasses she couldn't possibly see a thing out of, perched on the other, sausage fingers picking at her lower lip over and over. "This is Elegance Faster," Mom gestured to giant witch. Elegance? Holy. Her mom had a terrible sense of humor. "And Periwinkle Rhodes." Seriously. What was wrong with witches and naming their kids? Every witch mother needed to be taken out and shaken vigorously. My own included.

he whispered, "A nickname? You mean some silly nicknames used by those couples around?" "Yeah, sort of. How about Fluffy love?" I raised a brow at him,"Really? I didn't know you were this kind of corny, cringey rather," "Nah. That's my wolf's suggestion, since he liked your fluffy tail. How about, sweet angel?" "You know, calling me by my normal name is enough. We don't need to blend in with the trend just because some couples here have nicknames for each other, doesn't mean we also need it,"

I said. The name just came to mind Simple but deep meaning. That's the name of a sea animal that is famous for its faithful partner for life and death. "That's right, Mom. Wisnu agrees! The girl's name is Mimi and the boy's name is Mintuno" he shouted. "What is that?" asked Amelia not understanding. Wisnu patiently and painstakingly informed Amelia. They look compact, one impatient and one patient. May they be brothers and sisters and get along forever. Rani, are you happy? Said Mas Suma while watching those 2 kids were joking.

By chance or purpose, I had left the other thug's bodies unburned and only burnt the body of the one known as the boss. ... "Ethan Slayer." It sounded nothing like my true name, nothing out of the ordinary, which I thought was cool and typical at the same time. His name undoubtedly sounded cooler than my initial, tacky name, "Jun," I had to confess. Later, I discovered that it was such an embarrassing name that an 18-year-old weeb would choose for their characters in games and other things. Sigh. Do I need to hire a naming coach? I was currently inside a carriage on my way to my mansion. I could see the small village through the window. The dwellings are composed of mud and timber and resemb

Like this girl, my sister also had a delicate disposition. Why would her family send someone like her to this hell zone? She takes a few steps and one of the boys calls out, “Hey, melons! Come sit with us!” It’s not hard to understand where the nickname came from, as vulgar as it is. The girl’s face flushes, and my upper lip curls in disgust. To my shock, however, she begins walking in their direction. Maybe it’s because she can’t find a seat up front. Just before she passes my seat, I move to the side, making room for her. “You can sit here.”

Laika said. We have not been able to come up with a befitting name for our pup since he was still in the womb. It was difficult to choose a name for someone I had not seen. But looking at him in my hands now, three names rang in my head. Atlas, Adonis, and Xerxes

“Her name is Wish Bartholomew.” “Wish?” Ethan and Seb said together. “Isn’t that a verb? Ethan asked. “And a noun, it's even an online shopping app,” added Seb. “Whatever, it's not happening. Why the hell would you call your daughter Wish? Did her mother keep saying wish you were here, wish I wasn’t pregnant. It’s like a cartoon princess-type name.” My friends let me have five minutes to vent. I needed it and I felt better for getting it off my chest.