Romance Name Novels & Stories

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Her laughter broke through the crowd’s talking. Her Royal Highness, Princess Romaine Eloise Santángel-Ordoñez of Deltora… ‘Romy’, for all her friends, as he heard through the grapevine. The laughter was forced, he could hear that… Well, anyone paying attention would notice that… As was the smile plastered on her amazing lips. That aside, the sound grounded him, and King focused solely on its sweetness.

“But you’re thinking about him.” I opened my mouth. Then closed it again. Because annoyingly enough— She was right. Sadie pointed at me immediately like she had won a court case. “AH-HA!” “Oh please.” She smirked and sipped her coffee. “So… what’s his name?” I froze for half a second. Adrian Romano. Even his name sounded unfairly attractive. “I didn’t ask,” I lied. Sadie stared at me for a long moment. Then she snorted. “Liar.”

look. "What?" "Spill" she says sternly I told you she sees right through me. " Ugh... it's crazy" I lament " Had a fight with Mr Romantic again?" "Mr Romantic" is what Wendy calls Klaus. That's his official nick name for him and I had to concur with her. Not that I have a choice though. "Worse than that" "Oh my" she exclaims as she scoots closer to me " Did you two have sex again?" I roll my eyes hard, she's always thinking the impossible.

I swirled around to face him, and that had deepened the smile he already had. "What happened to Mon Cheri? You and I know that you could call me by my name!" I said turning back to my coffee and taking a long sip from it. "I want to be romantic, it's a unique name people give their partner when they are crazy in love. These names are very rare and I had searched so much before I labeled them you!" He said as a small chuckle escaped my lips. "You don't honestly have to do that to appease me. We have a long time to spend together!" I said.

The girl further asked. "I'm in search of something more satisfactory than any other thing I've ever seen and that is your smile." He said in a low but sexy voice. "So what's your name?" He asked the girl who's already bowing her head as she blushed drawing circles with her toe. "It's Mia." She replied to him with a beautiful smile, her lips, which elaborated her dimples well making her look more like a doll. "I'm Romeo by name and I'm the Alpha of the lotus pack." He said to her as he drew close to the distance between them.

He said. A small chuckle escaped my lips. I turned the screen black and kept it face down on my lap. And like my phone, I didn't raise my head up again. "What's your name?" "Colette." "Lovely name." "Thanks." I added after a beat. " You have a lovely name too." "Romeo? That's not my real name." "No. Preye. Romeo too is fine, it is romantic." "Nothing romantic about dying" He clicked his tongue. "But I get what you mean."

Alex talked endlessly about becoming a famous writer someday. Evelyn told him she just wanted a peaceful life. “You deserve more than peaceful,” he told her once. Sometimes he rested his head on her lap while she read out loud from his favorite novels. Sometimes he looked at her so intensely that it made her nervous. “You know your problem?” Alex said one evening. Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “What?” “You fall in love too easily.” She laughed. “That’s not a problem.” Alex didn’t laugh back. “It can be.” But Evelyn didn’t understand what he meant.

he said, grabbing my hand again. “I do,” I replied, voice steady. The whole table went quiet for a beat. “If you do… What's his name?” Javier challenged, eyes locked on mine, waiting for me to crack. I said the name of the one man I’d known forever—the one who was right here in Paris, the one who’d asked me to be his fling. “Roman,” I said clearly. “Roman Saint. That’s his name.” “Ohhhh,” someone in the group let out.

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"