My Name Romance Novels & Stories

"I haven't seen the woman's face yet but Dad mentioned her name, Nicole Rivera." "Ohh, her name is ugly. I'm the one telling you that you two are not suitable for each other." I shook my head. "Of course, we're going to be good, but gosh, I don't want a princess. I want a prince, like duh!" "Besides, you are not suitable either, the man I want for you is handsome, kind, respectful, with a sense of humor! But the more important thing is, you must like the man. Then I will never allow you to marry a man you don't love!" He added.

He had a charming smile. " I can answer this one," offered a handsome young man, looking more like a boy approaching eighteen. " We've already been introduced, Clara, in case you forgot, I'm Romeo, Calo, actually, Romeo is my nickname. Edgar, Lino has this name because... have you ever seen the movie MIB, Men In Black?

“I don’t eat little girls.” I stay quiet, unwilling to engage in his teasing. “My name is not Shorty. It’s Maya. And I’m not that short, Your Highness,” I blurt out, surprising even myself. He raises an eyebrow but ignores my words. “So, Shorty, what kind of romantic gifts do girls like?” Romantic gifts?! Panic surges through me. I’ve never thought about romance, let alone gifts. “I—uh...” I stammer. “Didn’t you hear me?” he presses.

He shook his head in reply and Dream remembered that she still don't know his name. "By the way you still have not told me your name," She noted while turning to look at him. "My bad! I'm Romeo" He smiled, putting his hand forward for a handshake. "Dream," she responded, accepting his hand shake. "I know," "How did you know my name?" "Err—i heard it from the NASTIES," He had hesitated to answer, making Dream to become suspicious of him. The bell rang signifying the close of school, Romeo and Dream were still in the library chatting.

“Too out of character to get my wife’s name tattooed over my heart? I think not.” I stared at the elegant lettering—SAVANNAH—curving beautifully across his skin. It was simple but striking. Romantic in a way that felt deeply personal. “Okay, when you put it like that,” I admitted, a reluctant smile tugging at my lips, “it actually makes perfect sense. This is… really romantic, Roman.” He puffed his chest out just a little, clearly proud. “What can I say? I’m the undisputed Lord of Romance.”

When he pulled away, he murmured, “what’s your name, beautiful?” “I’m Julissa.” I breathed out. “I’m Roman.” He put his hands on my shoulders and stared deeply into my eyes. I couldn’t help but turn bright red under his gaze. He was incredibly handsome, and I felt immensely guilty for thinking that way about someone other than Ashton. Seconds later, Ashton got in Roman’s face and pulled me away from him. “You did not just get mated to my girlfriend.” Roman smirked, “don’t you realize that mates are more important than silly boyfriend/girlfriend relationships?”

“Rome?” He could only nod slowly, acknowledging something. Never speeding up his pace, he told me, “Say my name in your accent.” I rubbed the side of my face against his, murmuring, “Rome.” “Say you need me to fuck you like this.” Between panting breaths, I whispered, “I need you . . . to fuck me . . . like this, Rome.” “Tell me I fuck you better than any man before.” “Rome, you fuck me . . . better than any man before.” And then he proved it. Even as I buried my mouth against his neck to shut off my screams, I wondered if I could fall in love with someone in one night.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

"Yeah, bring champagne. Let's give Rosa a proper celebration!" I glanced over at my daughter, who had just drifted off to sleep, then lowered my voice. "Byron, Bibi's sick. I want to stay with her. I can't leave, not tonight. Please, I'm begging you. don't make me go." "You've got ten minutes to do your makeup, ten to change, and ten to catch a cab. You know I hate it when people are late." Byron Estrada was asking me to go to the club to celebrate his celebrity girlfriend winning an award. It was almost laughable—Byron had more girlfriends than I could count. They came and went, the longest lasting barely three months.