Romance Name Novels & Stories

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

she yelled again, sounding like a nagging mother from a movie. I did what any normal person would do in that situation—I pretended the signal was bad and hung up. She sent me over ten messages on iMessage. “This is just as I expected when she knew what happened,” I said, gazing at the stunning night view of the castle from the balcony. The castle was bathed in soft moonlight, the landscape dotted with distant lights that twinkled like stars. “This is why ladies like you don’t get invited to a ball dance. It’s ‘ball dance,’ not ‘balcony dance,’” Leo’s words made me turn toward him.

he whispered, his lips brushing against the side of my head. I turned my head, catching his gaze. Sleep-dulled eyes, dark and intense, and yet softened by his tenderness. My lips curved into a smile. “French now?” I teased softly, trying to conceal the shiver his nearness sent through me. He smiled, a slow, secret smile that twisted my chest into a knot of pain. “I’ve always loved saying it to you,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.”

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.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

He blushed. "I'm just kidding, angel," The beta replied before placing a kiss on his mate's head. "What's the baby's name? Or does he not have a name yet?" Mrs. Ansaldo asked as she took a sip out of her juice. "He does. His name is Rome." "Oh, that's an amazing name." "It's rare. I haven't heard that name before but it sounds beautiful." He nodded in reply. It was calming to listen to them talk. Both Luna Evelyn and Rain have loving mates. I'd be lying if I said that their love life didn't make me envious. I really crave for someone to love me like that.

The other men took off just a bit ago to give us time to talk and think. Probably to give me time to get my shit together. “I'm sorry.” “You have nothing to apologize for,” ROMAN says gently as he pulls me back into his embrace. “Like everything else, we'll figure this out at whatever speed you need,” he finishes with a kiss on my head. “What's my name?” They both turn to look at me. “The princess. What was her… er, my name?” I ask more confidently. “LARINA,” they answer in unison.

Then she spoke, her voice as smooth as silk but laced with steel. “What is your name?” I swallowed, my throat dry. “Azzurra.” Her gaze sharpened. “Your full name.” I hesitated, then forced the words out. “Azzurra Romano.” She tilted her head slightly, repeating my name like she was tasting it. Then she scoffed. “Romano. That name means nothing to me.” She leaned forward slightly, her eyes gleaming with disdain. “Which means you are insignificant.” I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to stay silent.

“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.”

He behaved like a child for a while before kissing me deeply. “What do we name them?” He asked, as his warmth spread through my neck. “Let's name them little Roman and Anabelle. Having our name gives us more unity together, that's the greatest journey of us.” I replied, placing it with his palms. “That's perfect,” he whispered. Roman claimed the stage with a class of champagne in his hands. As he issues attention from the people in order to break the name. “Today is a great day and we appreciate each and everyone of you that came here to celebrate my children. We've decided the names both of them would bear.” He stated boldly.