Romance Names Novels & Stories

“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?"

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.

he asks with so much charm, and charisma I am now jealous at how easy things must be for him. “Okay… I suppose you're right.” I tell him hoping I am saying all the right things. I am actually not that bad at flirting, but being under all this pressure is what is making me very nervous. If I was at a club trying to pick up a guy, it would always be a cakewalk for me. “My name’s Roman, now tell me yours,” he says, getting a little closer to me. I wonder how Marcel is doing right now? “Loretta is my name, I am here as a plus one to somebody, I’m just a friend,” I tell him.

Julia says, but she doesn’t sound convinced. “So there’s going to be a wedding? Yes or no?” Romeo presses. “Yes.” They scream. Actual screams. Julia jumps. Romeo almost drops the phone. “There’s no rush,” Kain says, laughing despite himself. “Is she pretty? Like VERY PRETTY” Julia demands. “What’s her name again?” Romeo asks. He doesn’t hesitate. “Jade.” He sees her instantly. The curve of her jaw. The fire in her eyes. The way she stood like she didn’t belong in that room but refused to bow to it.

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.