Feminine Titles Novels & Stories

Even thought Ryan was mated, it was clear he didn't like a male touch what was his. "I'm Sophia," I smile. "Titus calls me Sophia but you can call me Sophie or Soph if you'd like too." "I think I'll just stick to calling you to Sophie," he says. Luna Mia stuck her hand out to Titus I now know how Titus felt when Ryan shook hands with me. I hated the fact that another female's hand was on Titus even though it was just a handshake. "I'm Mia but you don't to stick the 'Luna' in front of it," Mia smiles and stuck her hand out in front of me.

“I have come to have the conversations with you that you so long to have,” the moon goddess confirmed. “For the time being, no one will bother us. So, you need to worry about that.” “Thank you. Oh, goddess—” “Please,” she said, “call me by my name.” “Your name?” I asked. “Feray. “I couldn’t possibly. That’s too informal,” I stammered in response. “It is my proper title. I have another name that the gods refer to me by. So, you are not calling me anything divine. Simply the name that a mother goddess wishes to have her chosen child call her by.”

“You call her by name too? Who do you think you are? I don’t care if you descended from the goddess directly, I won’t take this lightly from you!” Oh, it’s because of that then. I looked at the other females. They were astonished. But I had remembered to put the Queen title right? So, what was the big deal? No one was allowed to say Aliana together with the title? Or was it reserved for the elites of the so called communistic community?

said someone in the crowd. Indeed, Aurensia had only a handful county duchesses who were personally granted their titles by Wilfred. Among the unmarried noblewomen of the capital, Mira's standing was unparalleled. Many young nobles had come tonight hoping to merely catch a glimpse of her beauty, while some had even come with the hope of winning her favor. "She's stunning." "She truly is worthy of a title bestowed by His Majesty. Her bearing and beauty are truly exceptional." "Is that Prince Frederick walking with her?"

Imani spoke, wiping the corner of her eyes. “Of course not,” Aunt Lulith replied, whom Imani had told me was addressed as ‘My Lady.’ All ranked women in the pack are addressed with the ladyship title. “I’ll go get some desserts,” Imani said as she stood up. “I left some here the last time I visited. I’ll just have to tweak it a bit and we'll have something sweet to eat.” As soon as Imani left, Umma continued with her stories, only that this time, she stuck to stories about Imani, and most of them were embarrassing.

Chubby arms surprisingly solid. "Wingman." I corrected. "When I walk into that ballroom, I need someone who can make an entrance. Think you can glow bright enough to blind a room?" She grinned. All teeth. "I can glow bright enough to melt the chandeliers." "Good." I looked at each of them. Emberlyn's fire. Thalassa's ice. Dahlia's silence. Elara's mind. Zephina's precision. Seraphina's light. "The Spirit Queen is a title they give to girls who play nice. The Suprema takes what she wants. And I want that ball to burn."

"Why does Rhonda call you Domina, Julia?" "You know I'm her Mistress. We didn't feel Mistress was an appropriate title for someone who is herself a slave. Our friend Lucia said the ancient Romans used the title, Domina, to address a slave who trained other slaves. Or Dominus if the slave was male. Thus, she calls me Domina." Master came through the door by the rear entry. "Honey's, I'm home." Alice hadn't put her clothes back on before our talk. "Wait there, Master. Alice isn't dressed yet."

“Is everything okay Madam Gina?” “Mrs Sarah thank you for everything, can I ask you for a favour?” “Yes, go on, ask me for anything and I will make sure to get it done immediately.” She assured me as usual. “Mrs Sarah, can you drop the madam title and just call me Gina, I would appreciate it.” I smiled at her. “I am sorry Madam Gina, I can’t do that, you are Master Liam’s wife and I might lose my job if I should call you by your name, I am just a maid here.”

she asked. “The backbone,” I said, with affection I didn’t hide. “Sean, Sharlotte, Banks. Omegas are not lesser; they are essential. They keep the house running, the accounts paid, the web and the phones and the day-to-day stitched tight. If Alpha and Beta set direction, Omegas make sure the ground under our feet is solid while we move.” “That… tracks,” she said, a small rueful sound. “From what I’ve seen downstairs.” “Exactly. Titles are old words for practical functions. We use them with each other because it’s shorthand. Outside, we say manager, supervisor, account lead.”

Then the smile widens. “Oh, Danielle. I lived here long before you ever stepped foot inside these walls.” “And yet,” I say, my voice sharpening, “you’re not the one sitting at this table as Luna.” Something dark and jealous flashes across her expression before she masks it again. “Titles are fragile,” she replies calmly. “They shift. Change. Especially when people begin to realize they’ve settled.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Settled?” She leans forward now, resting her elbows on the table, lowering her voice as if we’re sharing a secret.