My Name Romance Novels & Stories

he whispered, his lips brushing against the side of my head. I turned my head, catching his gaze. Sleep-dulled eyes, dark and intense, and yet softened by his tenderness. My lips curved into a smile. “French now?” I teased softly, trying to conceal the shiver his nearness sent through me. He smiled, a slow, secret smile that twisted my chest into a knot of pain. “I’ve always loved saying it to you,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.”

"Millie, Daddy's here to celebrate your birthday." A wave of sadness hit me. If Liam had kept his promises, Millie's birthday wouldn't have ended like this. But now, she was gone—her tiny life stolen too soon. After a long silence, he stood up, facing me. "Andrea, I told you I'd marry you, and I meant it. I'll spend my life making up for what I've done. Please, give me a chance. Stop fighting this." I almost laughed again, my voice hollow. "Liam, I told you—we owe each other nothing. It's time to go our separate ways."

The wolf winks, and once again Romeo is startled. “That’s a wink that I’m not supposed to see?.” – Julius asks, annoyed. - I think you'd better let my partner go out before he has a stroke. – Romeo says, laughing while stroking the wolf under the neck. - but before that, tell me, do you have a name?” “It was predictable that this idiot hadn’t even told you my name. My name is Marrok.” - Weird name. Does it have a meaning? “Oh for the love of the goddess. Don't ask that, or he'll never shut up again.”

“Stop it!” “Romeo! You got me a name?” He raised his brows. “Don’t mind her, she is just…” “I liked it…” he interrupted me. “What?” "Romeo sounds good." He raised his thumb in the air. “See, he loves the name I gave him. Here give me a fist bump.” To my surprise, they exchanged fist bumps. “Are you done? Shall we leave?” I questioned Kristen. “But our order…” I stood up and prepared to leave. “We are getting late… we should...”

"Samuel? Who's that?" The ghost bride looked completely confused. "If you say you're my husband, then tell me… Do you even know my name?" I watched as her fingernails slowly grew longer, sharpening into blade-like claws. My heart jumped into my throat, afraid she would swipe at me any second. "Ximena. Your name is Ximena!" The ghost bride slowly retracted her claws, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Well… it seems we really do know each other."

“Just trust me.” Evelyn stepped outside her apartment building and found Mateo waiting with a motorcycle. “Get on.” “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” Twenty minutes later they were standing on a hill overlooking the city lights. Mateo spread a blanket on the grass. They lay side by side staring at the stars. “You’re smiling,” he said. “I am?” “Yes.” “I guess I am.” Mateo turned his head to look at her. “You should do that more often.” She then looked at him leaned in for kiss it felt like it lasted long but it was just for a few seconds

I stared into his eyes, seeing my own pitiful reflection. "I...need the medicine." "No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Try again. Who do you need?" The pain was swallowing me whole. I clutched at his wrist, my nails digging in. "Please...the medicine..." "Say you need me." "I need you!" I screamed. "I need you, Francis! Give me the medicine! Please!" He wore a grin of triumph as he tipped two white pills into my hand and watched me swallow them. Then he kissed me, hard, his tongue tangling with mine, not stopping even when the pills went down. My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds.

He chuckled and said, drawling sexily, "We have plenty of time, sweet pea. I'll bear full responsibility for whatever I owe you, but I'll only tell you how I'll do it when the time comes." Seraphine corrected him defiantly, "I'm not your sweet pea. My name is Seraphine Lodge." Elliott laughed at the look on her face before settling into a smile. It curved his lips, looking as breathtaking as fireworks exploding in the sky. Seraphine took a deep breath, feeling like something in her heart was crumbling to pieces. A hint of fluster flashed in her eyes, and she hastily ducked her head to conceal the unsettled look in her eyes. Why did he have to look so good?

An ache shot through my heart when my eyes landed on the one person I did not expect to see in a long time. Anthony’s first ever crush, Ida. Miss Perfect. “Ida.” The whispered tone of Anthony’s voice made my heart sting.

Paige said, bewildered. Chris approached and examined it. Surprisingly, it really was his name. "It’s probably a coincidence. I have a common name." Paige looked at the large love lock with Reina Hart and Chris Jewell on it. In the middle of the two names was another heart, and underneath it was engraved, ‘To forever and a hundred years more’. “Who’s Reina?” Paige asked Chris curiously. Nonchalantly, Chris said, “I don’t know.” “Really?”