Pet Names For Lovers Novels & Stories

’ Max snickered sheepishly. ‘ one more word and I won’t let you meet her wolf’ I said making him whine. The only way to make him stop was to bring up Allen after all we were both in love. ‘ Allen’ I whispered, as she rubbed her cute nose. I wish I could leave a small mark on her. Damn…why is she sooo cute???? She melts my heart in an instant. ‘Allen’ I say, pushing her hair back. She leaves a groan and opens her eyes, only to close it tighter while her cheeks turn pink.

Ava’s POV The soft hum of conversation mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as rain pattered gently against the windows. Warm light spilled from vintage lamps, casting a cozy glow over the worn wooden tables and mismatched chairs. On the wall hung two beautiful clocks—"The Perfect Lovers," as they were affectionately called. They always moved in perfect synchronization, their hands dancing together in harmony. Watching them, I couldn't help but imaged my future lover. It was a night like any other in the quaint coffee shop, until a regular customer walked in.

From high above, within one of the peaked towers I heard a shrieking caw which made me jump. “What was that?” “My pet?” “You have a beast?” “No.” He grinned. “When I say My Pet, I mean it as an endearment.” His lover. The woman they’d warned me about. “You’re lady.” He laughed outright at that. “Wouldn’t she be appalled to hear you call her that.” “Why’d she make that sound.” “I have my guesses, but in truth, I know why she does very little of what she does.” “It sounds like a complicated one.”

There were photos of them at an amusement park, wearing matching headbands like a couple. And there was one that made my blood run cold. It was a photo of them in my bedroom. Reagan was wearing my nightgown and kissing Zayne on the cheek. The earliest photo dated back to the second year after Zayne and I got married. My hands started trembling uncontrollably as I opened the diary. On the very first page were the words, "Dedicated to my only light, my Reagan." Every page after that was filled with their so-called "love story."

Lexy felt the situation was too serious to decide, but when she heard Aldric’s new choice of endearment, she chuckled. “Love? Really?” she tittered. “Yeah! Mate. Love. Babe. Baby girl. I guess they are all the same. And there might be more like honey, sweetheart, and maybe dear….” Aldric answered confidently. “Because they all mean you, and ONLY YOU, to Ethan and me,” he added. Lexy smiled widely. And not only did her face was showing and glowing with happiness, but her eyes also expressed the joy in her heart and soul.

The animal obediently landed on the ground and stood in a rather elegant fashion beside Emiel. "She's Greja. I rescued her during one of my missions. You can say she is more or less like my lover." Emiel chuckled, introducing the animal. Ivoryina gasped again and shouted in a shrilly voice. "What? Lover?" Roy was partially shocked but from the breed, it seemed to be a standard breed of poodles. From what Roy knew, poodles are the kind of dog breed that usually lonely people kept. Poodles are very attached to their master and cannot bear to be left alone for a longer time.

He replied his eyes always sparking whenever he talk about shrina. "So why looking others mate." I asked without knowing what I said. "Mate" He was confused. "I mean, She must has her own mate" I said. "Ethan, She is human. They don't have mate, they have lover" He said. "What mean by lover" I asked. "Ethan, Are you out of your mind or you have left your brain today somewhere" He mocked. "Arthur" I growled. "Ohh My Alpha, May be she has someone in her life, Her lover, Her boyfriend" A pang of jealousy clenched my heart.

“Only for you, man. “Someday everyone will think my name is dude. I muttered. “That means 'darling.' - I know. But couldn't you call me cute animal names or things other guys use when they want to impress? Pierre looked amused. - What kind? - I don't know. Love? Dear in our language? Bear like Adrian? I do not know... - Candy? Baby? Little bee? Pierre laughed. — One day I saw a guy call his girlfriend Passion. It can do, right? I smacked his arm, laughing too. Those names sounded strange coming from him. Pierre wasn't the kind of guy who wore such mushy things. My mouth dropped open when I saw that the table was set for a candlelit lunch. The curtains were drawn, flooding the room into semi-

I explained. "Is that why you think she doesn't love you?" "Yeah! I mean, she's more than friendly, and I'm not sure if it's love or not." I said. Willaim inquired, trying to clarify something. "Has Cornelia ever called you a pet name, and has she ever gotten lost in your eyes?" "She usually calls me Mister Handsome, and that was from the first day I met her at the club, and even when she didn't recognize me, she still calls me Mister Handsome." I explained, smiling, because Cornelia's pet name is super cute.

An adorable ball of gray fluff with the most beguiling eyes. "The cutest. I also named her after my girlfriend's childhood dog. And that definitely scored me some brownie points. For some reason, all my friends' pets have literary, pretentious as fuck names... While we have a kitten named Potato," she told me and I laughed. "Anyhow, bottom line, I'm quite a handful, so I'm playing it safe. Like she has so much on her plate right now, I'm legit worried that the mere suggestion of our future wedding might be enough for her to run away and never look back."