French Names Male Novels & Stories

At that time, all the guys in the bar just burst out laughing seeing only a 4-year-old kid in front of them. Admittedly, he was always in his corner with a dull expression but his age was enough to laugh at what the father was saying. But now that he takes a closer look, Renault was right - having been disowned by his family, Fabian's father had just kept his first name, Renault which he gave with the first name taken from Fabian's mother to his son. Fabian Renault. Sir Charles nodded before smiling. “Bring the man up to my room and bring him all the necessary amenities while I take care of our young friend here”

, he knew I was checking him out. “You seem to find me really attractive Renee.” He teased. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I just remembered you didn’t tell me your name, I’m getting tired of calling you Military guy.” I lied, succeeding in changing the topic. He chuckled, “you are right. My name is Marcelo .” I furrowed my brows, “Marcelo?, that sounds like French.” He nodded, “it’s because I’m from France, well my mother is Italian, but my father is french.”

"Le Patron, 'e haz a big fight tonight, mam'zelle. Even wiz 'iz knee like melon. Zee enemy is a big man who iz very mad at 'im…" Notes: “C'est grâce à…” (French) – thanks to “parce-que” (French) – because “Bon apres-midi” (French) – good afternoon “Mon autre ami” (French) – my other friend “Mon visage” (French) – my face

I chiseled in with surprise and amusement mixed together. “Yes!” Shrill-voice yelped, seeming relieved by the revelation. “It’s Shrill-voice and not Frenchie!” He didn’t like the name alright. “Okay okay,” I uttered in acceptance. “But are you French?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. Of course, he was of French origin. Why else would he be bearing ’Frenchie’ as a name? “No.” I heard. “What?!” “I said, no. I’m not French.” He explained while I stared in disbelief!

he snapped he's fingers in a playful tone, "Me? ohh I.... I mean..how are you? sorry, good morning brother Guerrier" she stammered, hoping no one noticed how lost in thoughts she was but then suddenly the horror of how Cadeau would react if she was to find out he's the guy she had slept with at the masquerade ball crippled her heart, "hey remember it's 'Guerrier' and not brother Guerrier, okay?" he placed he's cap on her head and said " my name means warrior in French and I prefer it stands alone, unlike brother Guerrier, that sounds off, "