Whimsical Names Novels & Stories

And I sure as shit don’t want to listen to it. “You can call me Whiskey” I said cautiously. “Whiskey?” he asked. His surprise is warranted. It’s a dumb nickname, but it’s better than the actual scientific name the hunters gave me. Viski Gol’f Dva (WG-02). Otherwise known as, Wolf-Girl Zero-Two. Pretty fucking dumb, and yet perfectly typical of the hunters to be so uncaring as to not even give their creation a name. “Whiskey” I confirmed with a nod of my head. He shrugged and stood up, brushing the dirt from his jeans.

No one cared how I felt. In this family of four, I had always been the extra one from the moment my sister was born. Fiona was well-behaved and clever, knowing how to please our parents easily. Meanwhile, I was slow with words and did not even know how to seek attention around them. Little by little, they favored her increasingly, until I became almost invisible in this house. Jessica looked down at Fiona with clear disapproval in her eyes. "Fiona, stop being so stubborn. Your dad is right. You'll suffer if you stay with me."

I was surprised when she jumped on my legs but I took it as she must have grown to trust me even though we spent little time together. I noticed the little creature has no sense of names. I squinted a little trying to come up with a name that would suit an ugly creature like her. “How about Gealic,” I said after a while of hard thinking. The little creature nodded, seemingly satisfied with the name, “ What a perfect name for a beauty like me!” I looked at the proud little creature unbelievably, I could see the corner of her lips tuggle up at an angle I could barely see. Even though I do not know much about names, I seem to know Gaelic means bright, friendly, and soft.

“That reminds me… we need a name. We’re building more than a pack, we’re building a kingdom. Should we call it Seralyn? Or something else?” Suggestions came flying from every direction. “Moonvale!” someone shouted. “Whitefang Keep!” yelled another. “Daeira’s Den!” Tarin heckled, earning a round of laughter and my tomato-red blush. I rolled my eyes but grinned. “Real funny, Tarin.” Riven leaned close, smirking. “I like Daeira’s Den. Sounds sexy.” Kael snorted, deadpan as always. “Sounds like a bar.” Auren, wide eyed, chimed in. “What about Seralyn though? It feels… right. Like it belongs to all of us, not just one person.”

I can’t let Ava get away with taking my baby and ruining my life so easily. I had to come back, and I just didn’t know how. That was when I met Silco. Fake name. Pretty sure he came up with this name on the spot, just to mock me for being a cuckoo, like Jinx. It’s some dark kid's show that was a hit recently.

He said with a smile. "Have you come up with any names? " he asked. "It’s tough because every name I like reminds me of someone. I like Nico for a boy, but I know a Nico who’s a total jerk. . . and Serena for a girl, but that sounds almost like my name. " I smiled. "And I can’t suggest anything? " he said, I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Go ahead, what do you think? " I asked, curious if he could think of anything sensible.

, but Chase yelled that they stared questioningly and shockingly at their father. "Why are they so stubborn?", Chase thought and thought to distract their little heads to somewhere else. "Baby sister needs a pet name too. So give her a cute pet name. What names did both of you have in your tiny demonic mind?", Chase asked as he continued to walk slowly towards the bedroom. "Muffins", Dylan said with a serious expression. "Tinkerbell", Niall put his fingers on his chin as he spoke "No! Wait, Milk? Milky?", Dylan suggested. "No! I like pancakes and cupcakes", Niall spoke and suddenly the twins dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“You want a name that speaks to the driver as they ride by, probably exhausted from their travel. You want it fun and natural. You want it down to earth, spontaneous, and somewhat humorous.” “Yes. And we’ve already picked one.” He answered. Then he smiled in a self-satisfied way. “Tell her, Honey. When she hears how perfect it sounds, she’ll give up and return to wherever she came from.” Her smile mirrored his and Zee could tell that they already liked the name that they had chosen. At that point, she didn’t care anymore whether she won or lost. All she wanted was for them to at least look at what she was submitting. “The name we chose is perfect.” She informed Zee. “We are calling it the la

It's Brfxxccxxmnpcccclllmmnprxvclmnckssqlbbllllb. What the heck is that? I laughed and my eyes popped out hearing her spell the name. Try yourself pronouncing it too. "Name.My name." She replied cockily. It's a Swedish name intended for a child born in 1991 and apparently called as Albin. I thought it would be crazy to keep a crazy name for myself. Beautiful, isn't it fiance? "Well, that's a unique name Meera.Beautiful." I snickered. Anyone else would easily believe that with how much explanation she gave with a grim face. Some humour she has got.

"I'm certain you'll find one that captures your attention. We can go through them together once we're home." "It has to be a name that suits mini-Sebastian," a mischievous smile played on my lips. "Perhaps something that reflects his character, like 'Arrogant' or 'Whiney'." "Excuse me?" Disbelief etched itself on his face. "I am not whiney." "Yes, you are," I couldn't resist teasing him, "Actually, you're really quite whiney. A big baby." "Athena..." His threat was cut short as a gasp escaped my lips, and I felt a sudden flutter in my stomach followed by a gentle tingling sensation.