Romance Name Novels & Stories

"I love you." "Love you more." Ian Xander Tatiana Xander Deandre Xander Romeo Xander Maddison Xander

"I could San you the same thing...Miss probation PA...and please call me Romeo" "And I would love to be your Juliet" she muttered under her breath I wasn't sure I heard her clearly... It could be my imagination playing mind games with me. "Then you can also call me Sammy or Sam if you don't like that one you can call me Sammy or then you also have ....s-" I cut her off her rambling "don't I call you snow " "huh..?"

“Really? Who is she?” “My fiancée.” Sean was delighted at the mention of Christina. His eyes were filled with affection. Suzy was slightly surprised. “Your fiancée?” He smiled. “Yup, her name is Christina. Your eyes and mouth resemble hers. But she’s probably a couple of years older than you.” “Christina?” She frowned slightly as the name sounded familiar. He noticed the strange expression on her face. “What’s wrong?” “The name sounds strangely familiar,” she hesitated before replying.

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?”

Showering me with compliments… Telling me what I wanted to hear. He didn’t play games with me like Adrian did. “What’s your name then, sweetheart?” he asked me. “It’s Grace,” I lied through the skin of my teeth. “That’s a beautiful name,” he replied. “My name’s Romeo.” So we were both liars here. “Lovely name, Romeo,” I smiled, as I continued to sip from my glass.

she swoons, “Tell me, should I go by Valentina like your mom? I like her.” My mom? I'm not moaning that name or thinking of it the way I do when I hear the name Alessandra. I love her name, she's the only Romano aside from her mother with a Russian name, which shows who Pakhan's favorite is. “I like your name just fine, princess.” “I like it better when you say it, it sounds sacred.” ———————The next morning————————— Alessandra I wake up with my hand on something firm yet soft. I push down on it and Enzo groans beside me. 'No.' I think to myself, my eyes shooting open at the realization of what I'm touching.

At the very top, I wrote the name that was already decided. 1. Jax.

Damian scoffed a wide smile visible on his face he loved the insult I threw his way the rumours were true this man was sick as well as unstable it was hard to rile him up. "I thought my relationship life was a secret. You actually hurt me by pointing that out," he replied. "I mean what's not to love about Damian Russo?" Damian bragged. "Those ladies are missing. Do you think you can give me some relationship advice, since you are getting married to that beautiful lady? What's her name again?" Damian scratched his slightly tousled hair, then snapped his fingers as it he had a eureka moment. "Mia Moretti. Beautiful name for a lovely lady."

The email I had scheduled for Victor was my final judgment of him and my final farewell to that ridiculous marriage. When the contents of the email blew his world apart, I was sitting in an apartment in a small town by a snowy mountain, far away from the chaos. There was no mafia family here, nor was there anything to do with Victor. There was just a silent room and a window with a view of the snowy peaks. I started a new life under the name “Carolyn Dawn”, bidding farewell to the poor Zoe who spent her whole life carefully trying to prove herself.

ROMANO'S P.O.V. I have met a fair share of women in my life. At the age of thirty-three, I was already weary of them. They all wanted the same thing, love, affection, and all that romantic büllshīt I couldn't give. I've never believed in coincidence or fate, but what happened today seems like such. Calista Vitale. The very surname I've hated my whole life. And worse, she was the bride of Matteo Orsini, the other name I hate as much as Vitale.