Romance Names の小説・ストーリー

When he pulled away, he murmured, “what’s your name, beautiful?” “I’m Julissa.” I breathed out. “I’m Roman.” He put his hands on my shoulders and stared deeply into my eyes. I couldn’t help but turn bright red under his gaze. He was incredibly handsome, and I felt immensely guilty for thinking that way about someone other than Ashton. Seconds later, Ashton got in Roman’s face and pulled me away from him. “You did not just get mated to my girlfriend.” Roman smirked, “don’t you realize that mates are more important than silly boyfriend/girlfriend relationships?”

"I could San you the same thing...Miss probation PA...and please call me Romeo" "And I would love to be your Juliet" she muttered under her breath I wasn't sure I heard her clearly... It could be my imagination playing mind games with me. "Then you can also call me Sammy or Sam if you don't like that one you can call me Sammy or then you also have ....s-" I cut her off her rambling "don't I call you snow " "huh..?"

Two Days Later: After what happened at the hotel, Addison couldn't come out of her room again, the news was everywhere already. She was now tagged as the blood-stained virgin girl. The Lannister's name and hers were the trending news all over social media. Some supported her but some called her a harlot. She found it strange that they called her that type of person when she had never slept with a man. A harlot is someone that slept with so many men, not the other way around.

"I haven't seen the woman's face yet but Dad mentioned her name, Nicole Rivera." "Ohh, her name is ugly. I'm the one telling you that you two are not suitable for each other." I shook my head. "Of course, we're going to be good, but gosh, I don't want a princess. I want a prince, like duh!" "Besides, you are not suitable either, the man I want for you is handsome, kind, respectful, with a sense of humor! But the more important thing is, you must like the man. Then I will never allow you to marry a man you don't love!" He added.

“Really? Who is she?” “My fiancée.” Sean was delighted at the mention of Christina. His eyes were filled with affection. Suzy was slightly surprised. “Your fiancée?” He smiled. “Yup, her name is Christina. Your eyes and mouth resemble hers. But she’s probably a couple of years older than you.” “Christina?” She frowned slightly as the name sounded familiar. He noticed the strange expression on her face. “What’s wrong?” “The name sounds strangely familiar,” she hesitated before replying.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

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

Their conversation echoed through the entire restaurant. "Jeremy, when is that old woman finally going to add your name to the deed?" "Soon. She's just a love-starved idiot. A few sweet words and she's completely lost. Once the house is mine, I'll dump her and marry you." "Sheesh, you're so bad… But I like it." The ring box fell from Jeremy's hand, snapping open with a loud clatter. The cheap moissanite rolled under the table. His face turned ghostly pale.

He straightened when he saw me, opening the passenger door with a flourish. “You look really amazing,” he said, flashing a grin. “Thanks,” I replied, slipping into the seat. As he drove, the silence between us grew awkward. He cleared his throat nervously. “So… what romantic name would you like to be called by your partner?” I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.” He nodded, adjusting his glasses— a nervous habit, I realized. “Well, I’ve been brainstorming some ideas. “Maybe darling? Or sweetheart? Or pookie? Or buttercup?” Or something unique, like… ‘starshine’?”

Showering me with compliments… Telling me what I wanted to hear. He didn’t play games with me like Adrian did. “What’s your name then, sweetheart?” he asked me. “It’s Grace,” I lied through the skin of my teeth. “That’s a beautiful name,” he replied. “My name’s Romeo.” So we were both liars here. “Lovely name, Romeo,” I smiled, as I continued to sip from my glass.