Your Name The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

He stands straighten on his back removing his dark shade while caressing his beards. "I'm Sheep by name and you?" His name sounds funny. Like what the fuck? Sheep? I tried not to gloat at his name. I only nodded accurately to his words well he was done battering with his words so I just tried to ignored him like a stud of cigarettes but he was hell bent.

“Out!” Hawk, quick on his feet, darted to the door, using it as a shield against the flying book. With a playful grin, he turned back and said, “Junior, one last thing—I forgot to tell you my new name. From now on, I’m Caleb Harlow. You can address me casually, just like you did with Claude, and call me Caleb.”

“Edmund. Edmund Hills. That's my name, so stop making it up." The little girl giggled triumphantly. After taking another bite of the hotdog, she started drawing. The more scratches she made, the more wrinkles appeared on Ed's face. “What are you drawing?” The toddler pointed at three ovals with the tip of her pencil. “These are almonds.” Then, she moved on to the two curved lines on the side. "These are hills." "I said my name is Edmund Hills." “Yeah, here's the clue to your name. Edmund sounds similar to almond, while hills means Hills. So ... this is Edmund Hills.”

I stare at his cute little eyes. "Yes ma'am," he tightened his hold on his ball. "By the way, what is your name?" he was hesitant to respond at first. So I waited for him to introduce himself. "Ahm, me. Well, my name is Hero. Call me Hero. I am six years old," he said and run away from me. It seems my whole world stopped as I heard his name. "Hero," I uttered the name silently. I think I heard that name before. But, I don't remember where. "Hero," I like to say the name over and over again.

That night in the second classroom, under the moss map that now has one more steady light, the children ask me what the Oregon Tree’s name is. We have never named them. They name themselves, when they are ready. I close my eyes and listen. The hoarse voice is there, tired, proud. Hinge, it says. Lyana writes it down, serious as a priest. Oregon — Hinge — yes. And above us, Hope chimes, and Duskbane answers, and now Hinge, hoarse and new, chimes a third behind them.

Melody huffed at me in annoyance. “First of all my name is Theodor Grave, like I said on Friday. I am the leader of the Grave Hounds biker gang. Most of the people I know call me Teddy.” It was a little far to her house, about thirteen or so minutes from the Main Street. It was going to be a decent drive there.

The other wolves that I had spotted during my scan remained hidden, probably waiting for a signal before they stepped out. The rogue chuckled, a low, mocking sound that grated on my nerves. "You can call me Shade. The Rogue Alpha, as they like to say." The gall of this guy. I thought to myself wondering about the amount of boldness mixed with craziness he had to have to call himself the Rogue Alpha.

I continued to walk until we arrived at my monitoring location, where I had placed Henna a while ago. Tsk. The sleeping beauty had not yet awakened. Shadow’s puzzled expression face me as he looks at Henna. “This is what I'm giving you, Sha —, what's your real name? I can't call you Shadows at all times. ” I asked, pausing in the middle of my sentence. "Kirogoushi Hanashima, but you can call me Kiro." He replied, walking in front of Henna and removing the eyepatch Why didn't I think of that sooner? Tsk.

I asked as he began to walk. Gregory turned back, leaning over to me, "My name is G-4ce." The rest of the school day is a total loss for me. I just sit and think of a hacker name. Ric-man. That sounds like a superhero who got kicked out of the Fantastic 5, and then they became the Fantastic 4. Ricarian. No, it will sound like I'm a hacker monk. Maybe I should take something that has nothing to do with my name. Smash. Master. Destroyer. I kind of like that one and underline it bold in the back of my diary. Jackal. Intruder. Shadow.

Cassian was quite amused, to say the least. Just how much did Hugh's parents hate him for them to give him such a weird name? Hugh Jass, huh? Poor Hugh quickly explained, "You got it all wrong, Dr. York! My name isn't 'huge ass'; I'm Hugh Jass!" "Is that so, Mr. Huge Ass?" "No, not that! I'm Hugh Jass!" Hugh explained. "H-u-g-h J-a-s-s!"