Romance Name Novels & Stories

And I have to pay my father a visit. “So is everything ok?” I asked, faking interest as Damien flashed me a sweet smile. Yes I called him Damien because we’re equals. “Yes,the ball is about to start fully, we’re going to dance I hope my beautiful lady knows her steps?” He asked as I contemplated on saying yes but thought otherwise. “No……I….I… wasn’t thought” I replied as he chuckled and pulled me to the dance floor. The soft music glided along with our steps as we danced gracefully. I could feel the angry stares of vampires and lustful looks from men but none of that is my problem.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

"I know." My lips brushed his, soft and delicate as our foreheads pressed against each other. "If it's a boy...his name will be Alessandro." I snickered and rolled my eyes. The memory of him introducing himself with that name came flashing back. "No..." I declared as I shook my head. "Romeo." "Why Romeo?" "Romeo and Juliet." I whispered. "I want to be there when our Romeo finds his Juliet." "I already found my Juliet."

"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.

Rara mumbled with a smile. The woman nervously nodded, her hands clasped in front of her. “Anything you’d like? Tea? Coffee? Lemonade, Ms Rara?” Rara shook her head. Curiosity engulfed her. “No. How do you know my name?” “It’s natural to know Mr Romano’s fiancé’s name. You’re very beautiful,” Rara wondered if Stefan also visits Ralph. Of course he would, they were brothers. The realisation once again had her heart in a clenching hold.

“This is the fiancée.” I almost laughed, the fiancée, not Aria or even Miss Vale, well he didn’t know my surname just yet but just the fiancée. “I’m Aria.” Something flickered across his expression, approval? Maybe. “Enzo.” I smiled. “I know.” A pause, then surprisingly, the corner of his mouth moved but barely. Romano looked alarmed and I almost asked why. Enzo studied me. “You’ve caused quite a stir.” “I’ve noticed.”

He asked. I turned to face him, surprised to find him awake. "Oh, I haven't really thought about that. Does she need a name?" I asked, my brow creasing in thought. Roman nodded earnestly before propping himself up on his elbow, and his eyes shone with purpose. "Giving them names means honoring them, instead of just calling them 'my wolf'," he explained. "So what do you call yours?" I inquired, genuinely curious. Roman chuckled, "Raven, because he's dark and black," he answered smugly, as if reminding me of his wolf form.

In contemporary romance novels, wealthy heirs would marry a woman in name to avoid being pressured into marriage by their families, and then divorce when the timing was right. Therefore, the man in front of her must be a wealthy heir. "What did you say your name was again?" Jane asked subconsciously. Damien's lips curved into a smile. "I apologize for not introducing myself properly earlier. My name is Damien Wolfe, Miss Austen." Though his voice was not particularly loud, it seemed to echo through the room. Damien Wolfe...Damien... Jane's expression suddenly changed. Could he be that Damien Wolfe? she thought.

"I prefer the term Romeo, your Romeo." "Will you call me Juliet?" "We are not about to be those cringey couples you fawn over on Lexy's TV." "Yeah, they can be a bit cringe at times but that's what love is like; being cringe together for each other." "I love your name Pandora, it's very beautiful and original. You don't have a lot of women called Pandora. Besides, calling you love, angel, sweetheart, sweetie pie and muffin is top tier and on the highest level of cringe."

I ask him with a small smirk. Roman gives me a look like I’ve spoken Spanish. “Jealous? Of a guy named Matt? Never, Cookie” He says confidently. Really? Okay let’s see how far I can push him. “But Matt is a nice name,” I start. “I think it’s one of the top three best male names…” Roman gives me a disbelieving look at that. “Top three?” He scoffs like my words are unbelievable then adds, “Whatever, as long as Roman is first on your list”