Romance Name Novels & Stories

kenzie said as I stared at her "oh gimme a break, love at first sight seriously?" I said "yeah it's romantic" kenzie added "ew, gross" I blute out cause the word disgust me "you see quincy here is a no love life type so she doesn't understands love" Gianna said to kenzie as she hand quotes the no love life type word. "Awwwn that bad" kenzie said in a sad tone "okay enough of this love talk am starving" she said as her stomach rumbled loudly making us laugh.

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

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.

He straightened when he saw me, opening the passenger door with a flourish. “You look really amazing,” he said, flashing a grin. “Thanks,” I replied, slipping into the seat. As he drove, the silence between us grew awkward. He cleared his throat nervously. “So… what romantic name would you like to be called by your partner?” I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.” He nodded, adjusting his glasses— a nervous habit, I realized. “Well, I’ve been brainstorming some ideas. “Maybe darling? Or sweetheart? Or pookie? Or buttercup?” Or something unique, like… ‘starshine’?”

He arched his brows and I realized Roman doesn’t know this lady’s name. “The Cinderella from the other night.” I answered and after a minute of confusion, Roman got the idea and he went all “wow”. “You guys met? She told you her name?” he asked and I shook my head negatively. “How come you know her name?” “I…” Roman cut me off. “That isn’t the issue.” He waved me off. “What about her?” “There’s something about her that I can’t understand.” I frowned deeply. “What exactly?” Roman drawled impatiently.

Romeo handed his hand--handed his pinky to Rena. Romeo? It was like hearing the names of fairy tale characters, Romeo and Juliet. Rena smiled in response. The smile she wanted most for herself. Moreover, Rena's eyes will disappear if those lips are sunken. "Rena. Rena Schaaci. You can call me that, Mr. Romeo." "Rena," Romeo muttered. Will our love story start here? Is this what they call falling in love a second time? Especially when the pinkies of the two are intertwined with each other.

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.

The girl on the stage announced on the microphone, "By the power vested in me, Now, you may kiss the bride." Nick moved closer and we both kissed passionately. We hugged each other and danced to the music. Everything went back to the place as it were. Nick and I started drinking like crazy people. "Elena, if you wanted to name our story, what would it be?" "What?" "You named your story as 'office Romance' and mine as 'high school love' then what about our story?" I smiled and started thinking about it and said, "What about 'One night stand!' ?" "What?"

“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.

" Sure. What is it? " " What's your name? " she asked, " I hear them calling you 'boss,' 'bossing' and 'Señor'. I don't know how to address you. " Rostam released a soft laugh before answering a question from the young lady who was innocently waiting for him to answer. " Rostam Lombardi, but you can call me 'Amore mio'." " Amore mio? Is that your nickname? " Catalina asked, but the response she received from Rostam was just a shrugged shoulder before he leaves with a playful smile on his face.