Cool Story Names Novels & Stories

I had done a short research on my last challenge and was going to try and win his kiss tonight. His name was Noah Miller. They called him too pure, a romantic who will not kiss without having feelings for the girl. Well, I wasn’t in a mood to do this, but I just wanted to be done with those dates. I loved my fans and I kind of owed them one last story. It was a bittersweet feeling.

damn sexy! She tells me her name is Lara, which rolls nicely off my tongue.....okay focus John, focus! She tells me a bit hesitantly and shyly that she has dreams which keeps her from sleeping and she feels like she's being watched for some odd reason. "So Lara tell me a bit about your boyfriend, how long do you know each other for example?"

"Hahah. Is that how you get girls to say yes to you?" "Uhuh. That's how easily I can get girls. So I have a girlfriend named for almost every letter in the alphabet." He said matter of factly. Jeesh! This guy is mighty proud of his folly. "Ok, name the the one with letter X." I said laughing not taking him seriously. "Hmmm, Xenia, the girl with a big butt! Ghhaad, I love girls with big butts." My eyes widened with his revelation. Is he for real? So would I make it to his list? I had a petite figure but my bubble butt is my greatest asset.

In Cupido's castle, Cupido is sadly looking at the book that regulates human love and marriage in the human world. “Are you sad again?” A warm voice spoke. “Is that León de Fuego, the Fire God? Why do you have free time to visit me?” Hearing the voice of León de Fuego, the God of Fire, Cupido immediately greeted him with joy. "I came to see if you've done anything stupid lately?" “Stupid, very stupid!” Cupido's sigh caused the wrath of the Fire God León de Fuego to lessen a bit. “Do you remember a woman named Lucero?” “Lucero? Luna Brillante? You mean these two names, right?” “Luna Brillante? Is Luna Brillante her brother-in-law? Why do I hear these two's names sound like two brothers' names

"That's a lot of witnesses if we screw up." "Then we don't screw up." I pulled out my phone, opened our notes. We'd been building our story for months, but fifty people meant fifty different conversations. Fifty chances to slip. "We need deeper details," I said. "Pet names. Inside jokes. Things only couples would know." "Pet names?" "My parents call each other sweetheart. It's disgusting but expected." He thought about it. "I could call you Sunny. When I'm teasing." "Why Sunny?" "Because you're always wearing black and scowling. It's ironic."