Romance Names Novels & Stories

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

“Sorry, but I really hope this is not a regular occurrence. I’m not sure if I can take much more of this.” “And you won’t, my sweet darling. After this, I’m taking you away from this place! Far, far away,” he said and kissed the top of her head. “Then, Romaine Eloise Santángel-Ordoñez of Deltora, my sweet princess, love of my life, I’m going to marry you so no one else can ever have you.”

The other men took off just a bit ago to give us time to talk and think. Probably to give me time to get my shit together. “I'm sorry.” “You have nothing to apologize for,” ROMAN says gently as he pulls me back into his embrace. “Like everything else, we'll figure this out at whatever speed you need,” he finishes with a kiss on my head. “What's my name?” They both turn to look at me. “The princess. What was her… er, my name?” I ask more confidently. “LARINA,” they answer in unison.

His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration. “I am grateful for you, Jonathan.” I confessed, my voice carrying my love and appreciation. Jonathan’s gaze never wavered from mine, his voice resonating with deep sincerity. “And I am grateful for you, my Angel. You’ve brought light and purpose into my immortal existence.“ Our words hung in the air, intertwining with the rustle of leaves and the gentle sway of the swing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow across the landscape, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying our deepest emotions and the unbreakable bond we shared.

"If it's a girl, we will name her Crystal and if it's a boy, we will name him Christine." Jocelyn smiled. "Really? I love that!" She reached up and kissed him on the lips. Just when she was about to withdraw, Eddie tightened his arms around her and prolonged the kiss. Jocelyn giggled and relaxed back. Yes. This kiss......was all she needed!! 💝💝THE END💝💝 Author's Note: Drop your comments on how you feel about this short romance novel.🥰🥰🥰

"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.

“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