Romance Title Generator Novels & Stories

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

"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..?"

Except to moan and repeatedly whisper Lucas's name amidst passionate lovemaking. *

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

I will be kissing those lips, an intrusive thought suddenly appeared, and I internally screamed at myself for thinking that because this is most likely an error–a glitch in the system–something that has never happened before. "Vivienne?" I still hear Amy and Bianca talking to me and I still don't answer them. My eyes are still on the picture, still on the screen that read: "Congratulations! You have been Matched with: Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee III His Royal Highness, the Prince Third in line for the Throne"

He just smiles when he sees my incredulous face, so he pulls out a small Tiffany box from his drawer, and I immediately feel dizzy. “Victoria.” I sigh heavily as he says my name. “Will you marry me?” His naked body and his skin make me want to say "yes" immediately, not to mention that the ring is so shiny and the rock is big. “Aren't you going to kneel?” I say, mocking him a little, while he immediately looks shocked.

They seemed to be adoring me. "What is your name?" He asked curiously, as if his life depended on it. "Selene, and you?" I muttered weakly. He thought for some time before replying. "Jaden. Don't tell anyone." "I won't." I beamed, and he smiled back, looking so handsome and sexy with those gleaming white teeth. Just then, the door was opened, and a doctor rushed in. "The alpha is on his way. Please, you have to leave, sir." He announced, and Jaden nodded, glanced at me, and was almost out when he ran back and kissed my lips before dashing out.

His eyes slid to the champagne glass in her hand, then back to her unwavering stare. "Gatecrashing a gala dressed like that? You're either making a statement or starting a war," he observed. "I haven't decided yet," she replied coolly, her voice ice-edged. Something flickered in his eyes-interest. "What's your name?" he asked, as if sizing up a worthy adversary. She offered a small, defiant smile. "Serena Vale." she declared His gaze sharpened, not with recognition but calculation. "The Serena Vale? Daughter of Senator Vale?"