Romance Names Novels & Stories

But real surprise grappled him when she opened her eyes. He was astonished seeing the exact shade of aqua blue, replicating his very own eye colour. He looked back at Ritha to confirm that all of it was true, not some happy dream. When she saw her smiling at him in confirmation, he wasted no seconds in holding her. Grappling her close to him, he smiled when Ritha asked him leisurely, so, " What are you going to name her? " He looked again at her and said aloud, proudly, " Eirene, Princess of Rome. "

She had just finished narrating her chaotic love life and we made fun of it. "It's not funny Riley," I whined. "Can you imagine, he called me Bella, cariño, cara and hermosa when my name is so simple, who freaking forgets my name, it's Charlotte, C.H.A.R.L.O.T.T.E." I sighed deeply leaning into the cushion. "You do realize all those words mean beautiful right." Riley told me in a matter of fact tone. "No." "Bella and Cara mean beautiful in Italian, cariño means darling while hermosa means beautiful in Spanish." She explained and I felt like a fool.

“Fine. Let’s think of names now.” I rubbed my jaw. “Alright. If it’s a boy… How about Santino?” She made a face. “No.” I frowned. “Why not?” “Because Santino Morano sounds like a mafia boss.” I smirked. “That’s the point.” She threw a pillow at me. “Absolutely not. That life is in the past.” I chuckled. “Okay, fine. What about Luca?” She considered it, then nodded. “Luca is nice.” I grinned. “Good. One down. Now, if it’s a girl…” I paused, thinking. “Isabella?”

Ryle smiled at Jasmine and said to her, "Come here, pretty sister." Hearing her lovely voice, Jasmine came to her. She could not understand what to say when a little girl called her beautiful. Then Ryle kissed Jasmine’s cheek while putting her little arms around her neck and said, "Thank you, beautiful sister. By the way, beautiful sister, my name is Ryle, and yours?" She expressed her desire to know about Jasmine. Jasmine looked at the girl's friendly expression and said, "My name is Jasmine." That girl thought something and asked again," Beautiful sister, are you married?"

Eric asked as he sat on the floor, leaning against the crib. Elena smiled. "Sure. I'll listen." Eric thought for a moment, then began to suggest names. "How about Amelia or maybe Isabella? I also like the name Claire." Elena shook her head with a smile. "It's pretty, but it doesn't feel right." Eric thought again. "Okay, let me think." He paused for a moment as he closed his eyes. "What about Roxanne? It's a strong and elegant name, like her mother," he said, opening his eyes and turning to Elena.

"Samuel? Who's that?" The ghost bride looked completely confused. "If you say you're my husband, then tell me… Do you even know my name?" I watched as her fingernails slowly grew longer, sharpening into blade-like claws. My heart jumped into my throat, afraid she would swipe at me any second. "Ximena. Your name is Ximena!" The ghost bride slowly retracted her claws, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Well… it seems we really do know each other."

"Because ugly men rarely have the audacity to be problematic." I nearly choked on my tea. "He’s just intense, Mom." "Oh, wonderful," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Not another intense man. Is he richer than the last one?" "Mom!" "What? I’m an analyst. I’m gathering data." "He’s my boss. That’s it." "He has a name, doesn't he?" "Voss." The name hung in the air. For a split second, something shifted in her expression—a flicker of recognition, or perhaps a shadow of a memory. It was gone as quickly as it appeared.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

This time, it wasn’t in her head. She smiled at him shyly before standing up to go back inside the church. “Hey!” he said as if he was not about to miss an opportunity presented to him on a platter of gold. “I’m Ronnie by the way,” he said. “Can I get your phone number so i can at least text you?” “I’d really love to see your beautiful face again. Well, you know, outside the church premises of course”. Belle was so sure she felt her heart do a flipper.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”