Masculine Titles Novels & Stories

“I would rate it higher than that.” “Sir?” The title slipped out without thought. Here, in this context, with the door locked and the office empty, he wasn’t Alexander Kane, CEO. He wasn’t even Alexander, the man she was falling in love with. He was Sir. Even in his office. Even in daylight. The dynamic recognized no boundaries except the ones they chose.

"Well, on Fridays, Mr. Robinson eats waffles and--" "Listen, Marcy...can I call you Marcy?" She asks and I just nod, watching her flawless hair bounce as she speaks. "My brother and I grew up with rules and titles. Food schedule, names starting with 'mister', and lists of what to do and what not to do. It just grew on him and that's why he has this whole Mr. Robinson stuff going on with you. I'm sorry for that. But today, I'm here and you can forego all that schedule and title B.S."

Alex hid a guilty smile behind his coffee mug. “After my meeting yesterday, and hearing Peter’s reaction to what I had written, I began to wonder if I even had a second book in me, in spite of what I told that reporter. Until you came over, Alex, the only words I could put on the paper were the title, and I wasn’t even sure that was an original idea. I’ve already seen five other Guilty Pleasures titles on the Internet and although you can’t copyright a title, it was just one more stumbling block that was added to my already formidable wall,”

was the firm reply I gave, and I looked at him waiting. He looked a little embarrassed when he answered me this question: "Well if you really want to know, I do not have a title yet, Your Highness. You see, titles in Eurasia are given to Knights and Warriors who perform truly heroic deeds since the founding of our country, and then they are passed on to their children as a kind of inheritance. This rule is already hundreds of years old, and I do not see any change on the horizon," Stephan started to explain to me, and then continued, "In our case, the title still belongs to my father, and I should inherit it, after his death."

Clara asked. "Anything!" "Uncle Gaston?" "Don't, I feel very old with that title, besides, I've never been married!" he refused firmly. No way would Clara call him 'Uncle' like she called Joe. Clara shrugged her shoulders because she didn't know what title to use for the doctor. "Call me Mas!" he explained, smiling satisfactorily. To be Continued...

But at this moment I was far too riled up. “Luna is a title, not a name.” The man explained with a churlish grin plastered to his face as I brushed past, every intention of getting as far away from Mason, this house, and whoever this man was, as I possibly could. I stopped in my track though at his comment, and I look over my shoulder at him with a stare that I hoped could induce death is necessary. “I am barely one of your kind. What makes you think I want one of your strange titles? Who even are you?” I could hear in my own words just how arrogant I sounded.