Romance Names Novels & Stories

He gives her an exuberant kiss and they bond instantly. Romero continues to stare at her, while the girl cannot get enough of kissing him. "What are their names? What are the names of my babies, Lori?" "Latore Romero is the eldest, followed by Wallace Thoseo and our little princesses Adlin Elaine Jon," I answer, my gaze fixed on our daughter. Recognizing the names, he swallows hard. "Thank you, Lori. You don't know how much this means to me." And then I held his gaze.

"Absolutely perfect." "What do we name them?" Dante asked. They'd discussed this. Two girls. Two names that honored the women who'd shaped their lives. "Isabela," Sienna said. Looking at the first baby. "For your first wife. For Leo's mother. For the woman who gave you the greatest gift." "And Elena," Dante said. Looking at the second. "For my aunt. For the woman who sacrificed herself to protect Leo. Who showed us what real love looks like." "Isabela and Elena Moretti. Welcome to the world, babies."

Rhiannon explained and they nodded their head. “That’s good. It isn’t right for you to use your husband’s surname. You are not their child or anything. You should use your mother’s,” one of the women said making Rhiannon nod her head at her while she smiled. “Oh, I am Ivy Stone,” the woman added. “My name is Marina Carter,” another said as she smiled at Rhiannon. “My name is Diego Russo,” the man said causing Rhiannon to raise her eyebrows at him. “Italian?” she asked making the man nod his head.

I swirled around to face him, and that had deepened the smile he already had. "What happened to Mon Cheri? You and I know that you could call me by my name!" I said turning back to my coffee and taking a long sip from it. "I want to be romantic, it's a unique name people give their partner when they are crazy in love. These names are very rare and I had searched so much before I labeled them you!" He said as a small chuckle escaped my lips. "You don't honestly have to do that to appease me. We have a long time to spend together!" I said.

"I prefer the term Romeo, your Romeo." "Will you call me Juliet?" "We are not about to be those cringey couples you fawn over on Lexy's TV." "Yeah, they can be a bit cringe at times but that's what love is like; being cringe together for each other." "I love your name Pandora, it's very beautiful and original. You don't have a lot of women called Pandora. Besides, calling you love, angel, sweetheart, sweetie pie and muffin is top tier and on the highest level of cringe."

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

I sighed as I browsed for the list of passengers that died in the crash. Robert came to my side as we both read through the list of the names of the dead passengers. "Mr and Mrs Wright" I read aloud. "That's not Mom's name" Robert said. "I know, I think it's Jasmine parent's name, Jasmine Wright" I said. "Who's Jasmine?" Robert asked. "Not important" I replied. "Look at it, Mrs Sarah Wilson." Robert pointed out and I saw it too. "What do you have to say now Dad?" I asked as I showed him Mom's name on the list.

“Although, I think Tatiana is too badass of a name for someone like you.” “Oh?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “And I’m not badass enough for the name?” Damien laughed an open, carefree laugh, captivating me once again. “I’m sure you are,” he told me. “But you’re also gentle and kind and a hopeless romantic. If I had to pick a name, then I’d say Tia sounds better than Tatiana.” “Oh!”

“Romano.” Thomas extended his hand. Romano shook it. Barely. “Thomas.” Then Thomas looked at me. His smile widened. “So you’re real.” I blinked. “What?” “The mysterious fiancée.” He placed a hand over his chest dramatically. “I was beginning to think Romano invented you.” I laughed, actually laughed. Beside me, Romano looked deeply offended. Thomas noticed and seemed delighted by it. “I’m Aria.” “I know.” The answer was smooth, too smooth.

At the very top, I wrote the name that was already decided. 1. Jax.