Romance Names Novels & Stories

She asked, her voice trembling with emotion. "No," Lucian replied softly, his eyes filled with sorrow. "We should give her a name," she insisted. "Something to remember her by." "What would you like to name her, darling?" He asked, his voice filled with tenderness. She pondered for a moment, her mind searching for the perfect name. Finally, a radiant smile spread across her face. "Catalina," she whispered, the name carrying the weight of their love and loss. As if sealing their decision, Lucian leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon her tear-streaked cheek. "I think it's perfect," he murmured, his words filled with a bittersweet reverence.

" 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.

“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.”

“Well, I’m so glad Callum decided to settle for someone cute.” The way she said the word cute was a bit insulting. It didn’t feel like a compliment. “My name is Roman,” I said. “Roman Cruz.” “Oh,” she smiled. “You didn’t take Callum’s last name.” I smiled and looked at Callum. “We decided to have a marriage where we could decide to take each other’s last name whenever we want. But we’re not settling on that yet. We’re checking maybe by the end of this year. We’ll see how things go. We might decide to take each other’s last name or add it to our names. It depends on how generous either of us are feeling for the other.”

When we finally broke apart, Roman whispered, “We need to start thinking of names.” I laughed. “You mean you’ve already thought of some.” “Guilty,” he admitted, smirking. “How do you feel about Alexander and Aiden Wolfe?” My heart warmed at the sound of it. “Alexander and Aiden,” I repeated, testing the names out loud. “It fits.” He smiled, eyes softening. “Strong names. For strong little men.” The sun had started to set, painting the sky in streaks of gold and pink. I leaned against him, soaking in the moment, the peace, the warmth.

“Blood red, with an open back, scandalous neckline, and sleeves that scream kiss me before the ball ends.” “I heard it’s enchanted to hug your waist like Duke Alaric’s hand during training,” Anita added. I nearly choked on my cookie. “And you and the Duke…” Norma wiggled her brows, “…are practically a thing now. The castle staff is calling it The Lightning Romance.” “Lightning Romance?” I sputtered. “Mhmm. They’re already naming your future children. One suggested ‘Thundarina.’” “I will electrocute someone,” I said flatly. “And I’m not naming any child Thundarina.”

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.

"Oh. That's sad … but we need to call them a name, since today's the first day you will be seeing both of them for the first time." "What of Romeo and Renato? " she asked. "My babies aren't from rome. Since Romeo means someone from Rome, and Renato means born again… " "What of Dante and Dino then? They are quite good. Don't you think so?" "Dino is the short form for Bernardino, while Dante is the short form for Durante. I want something better than Mary…" "Okay, how about Elio, Ennio, Enzo, Nico, Nino, Mario, Marco, Luigi…" She kept mentioning names while I stared at her with widened eyes.

She doesn't look like a spoiled rich kid, Instead, she seems more sophisticated. Even when her aura screams money. She wore a pretty dress which suited her innocent beauty and young youth. "I'm glad to hear that... by the way, my name is Seraphina Salvatore." She offered me her hand for a hand shake to which I gladly accepted. "How silly I am. I forgot to introduce myself." I said embarrassed. She smiled. "It's okay." "Myself Elena Romano." I felt something in my heart when I took my marital name. She bowed down a little in a respectful manner, to which I frowned.

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.