My Name Romance Novels & Stories

Angel said and rolled her eyes “What's your name?” I asked “Why would I tell you, maybe your one of those guys who kidnap me,” She said “You know uno don't talk to her because I'm getting pissed at her” Angel said and left us “I'm not one of those guys I got kidnap here 3years ago and I'm Rhythm but you can call me uno” “Uno huh because you're the one who got here first?, btw I'm klea” she said Oh,she guesses easily when the uno came from interesting.

Showering me with compliments… Telling me what I wanted to hear. He didn’t play games with me like Adrian did. “What’s your name then, sweetheart?” he asked me. “It’s Grace,” I lied through the skin of my teeth. “That’s a beautiful name,” he replied. “My name’s Romeo.” So we were both liars here. “Lovely name, Romeo,” I smiled, as I continued to sip from my glass.

"I mean for someone who was named Romance at birth, he sure is lacking it!" I froze. "Your name is Romance?" I asked incredulously. "So now you're talking to me?" Roman mindlinked. "Don't flatter yourself, I'm keeping up appearances, Romance!" I mindlinked back. "Don't call me that!" He whisper-shouted down the link. "I'll call you whatever I want!" I replied. "Yup." Darius chuckled. "Roman is short for Romance in his case." "May the Moon Goddess answer my prayers over him. I've been lighting candles at the Temple. I think you should too on his behalf." Thurah said.

“Whatever your name is. First of all, everything that happened between us last night died last night. Understand? I would really appreciate it if we don’t talk about it ever again. Secondly, don’t even pretend you don’t feel how awkward this is. Don’t you feel the tension between us right now?” A small, infuriating smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “My name is Roman, not Roland. And no, I don’t feel any tension here, Lauren. None at all. What happened between us yesterday was special, and you know it. In fact…” his voice dipped lower, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach flutter despite myself, “I’d say you enjoyed it even more than I did.”

he said, grabbing my hand again. “I do,” I replied, voice steady. The whole table went quiet for a beat. “If you do… What's his name?” Javier challenged, eyes locked on mine, waiting for me to crack. I said the name of the one man I’d known forever—the one who was right here in Paris, the one who’d asked me to be his fling. “Roman,” I said clearly. “Roman Saint. That’s his name.” “Ohhhh,” someone in the group let out.

she whispered to him. “But something tells me you don't mind.” “I don't, actually. Not anymore,” she said. “You never told me your name.” “Roman,” he said quickly, like he had been waiting for that particular question. Myra's little smile was exquisite. “It suits you.” With a name like that, she wouldn't be able to ignore the perfection that was his nose. A silly thing to hold on to about someone, but over here, she had the control, and she would decide what counted as silly or not.

Suddenly, an idea running in my head. “So, can I have the room so I can undress? Or are you just going to turn around?” Roman blinked at me. “Like, seriously, Ruby?” “Yeah, seriously, Roman. Turn around.” I twirled my fingers in a shoo motion. “You seriously gonna do this, Ruby? It’s me. Roman.” “Yep, I know. You, Roman D’Angelo,” I said with a grin. “Ishhh… and she has to mention my full name.” Roman sighed dramatically, placing his hands on his waist.

Roman has her take a few deep breaths obviously picking up on the same thing I did and she starts to relax just a little glancing up at him for a split second then looking back down at her fidgeting hands. Fuck her name is beautiful just like her. It's a unique name. Those piercing crystal blue eyes and blonde hair perfect round ass and natural tits, full kissable pink lips god snap the fuck out of it she's just gonna be a good fuck I tell myself, not believing my own words. "I'm Dimitri and this is my twin brother Romen" I say pointing to him "and this is our club" "How old are you gorgeous" "Um 20 I..I know I'm un..under age I'm sorry I'll go now" she says about to get up.

“At least tell me your name.” “Bianca.” “I’m Roman Rutherford. Call me Roman.” He extended a hand. I shook it, noting the strength in his grip. “Nice to meet you.” He smiled, stepping closer. “You're being mean because you’re here with your husband?” “I’m not married. I just want to be alone,” I said, firm, cautious. “I know you’ve got a lot going on. I just want to understand,” he said softly. I hissed, brushing past him. “The worst mafia aren’t the arrogant ones, they’re the charming ones.”

“Have a nice evening, Ella.” “You, too, uh….” She didn’t know his name. She wanted to know his name almost as much as she wanted to know the name of the man in the picture on her desktop that had just finished rendering. “Rome. My name is Rome.” “Rome? That’s… a great name.” She’d been to Rome, and she’d loved it. Now, she was talking to a guy on the phone named Rome who was intriguing, mysterious, and pleasant--much like the city he was named for.