Romans & histoires Romantic Name

I mused on his inked masterpiece. Damiano responded with a knowing smile. He didn’t say a word but instead took my hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it, all while his focus remained on the road. “And your name?” He asked, keeping my hand in his. “Althaia means ‘one who heals and one who takes care.’” “I like it. You are a pure soul, your name suits you.” He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile.

She yelled. "You can't blame me for wanting a special name for my baby." I muttered. "There are so many special names! Well, you have me now. What about Voldemort?" I looked at her waiting for her to laugh at the joke but she kept a straight face. "You're joking, right?" "Of course not! I like the name, it's cute." She glared at me like I just stole her firstborn child. "Well, I obviously don't like it." "Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?"

Michael did the same and cleared his throat. "Miles is right Alexia, we want you to call us sweet, romantic names... Even if you can't call us that publicly, you can address us with that when we are alone." Michael explained. "Oh oh, okay... are you trying to say Scorpion, bull, cow, lizards... those are beautiful pet names ... What do you think about that?" I said. "What the heck!" the duo shouted together. "Are those names you mentioned romantic names? Oh wait, are you doing this intentionally Alexia? I know you understand what I was trying to say."

The human and dragon suddenly became bashful, and Roman almost giggled again. “H-his name is Sora,” Roman said before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, and the King's eyes darkened, wanting to pluck that lip from his teeth and suck on it. “Sora… I've never heard that name before. It's unique and beautiful like you! I love it!” Ezra said, and Sora gave a little rumble, his version of an Omega wolf's chirp, before he began nuzzling Ezra's face, thrilled that his mate loved his name.

We can't see much inside yet though. "None of you have noticed the name!" She pouts and I look at it. What about the name? "It's perfect Princess, each one word begins with one of our names," Chase smiles and wraps his arms around her. I look and realise. Just, for Jax, Dream for Dhalia, Book for Blake, and Corner for Chase. She's fucking amazing. I stand smiling staring at the sign. "I agree, it's perfect Angel," leaning forward I kiss her.

Then she spoke, her voice as smooth as silk but laced with steel. “What is your name?” I swallowed, my throat dry. “Azzurra.” Her gaze sharpened. “Your full name.” I hesitated, then forced the words out. “Azzurra Romano.” She tilted her head slightly, repeating my name like she was tasting it. Then she scoffed. “Romano. That name means nothing to me.” She leaned forward slightly, her eyes gleaming with disdain. “Which means you are insignificant.” I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to stay silent.

he remarked. Rina looked at Rain, "darling, you can call me whatever you want. And Damien I have told you to drop the titles and just call me by my name." "Thanks, but I feel more comfortable calling you Luna Rita" Damien answered respectfully. "Well if you find it comfortable, continue doing it. Everyone should do what they are comfortable with." Rina said with a sweet smile while her eyes shot daggers at Rafaele. Rain and Damien looked at each other, clearly surprised that they were caught in the crossfire between the two parties.

"Alex Romano" The nurse wrote quickly, her handwriting elegant and precise. "And the names of the children?" I hesitated for half a heartbeat before speaking. "Giovanni Alexander Romano" I said, feeling the name settle into the air like a prayer. "And Dominic Arthur Romano" Alex added, his voice steady. I glanced at him, surprised by the middle name. He smiled faintly. "Arthur is my fathers middle name.." he said. "The one who taught me what it meant to be loyal. To fight for what you love."

Romy gave me a reassuring smile, but as our car arrived and we slid into the backseat, I noticed her hands shaking slightly. “Did that attendant say something to you?” I asked once we were moving. “No,” she said too quickly. “Why?” “Romy,” I said gently. “You’re trembling.” She stared out the window, her reflection in the glass showing her troubled expression. “It’s nothing. Just…he knew my old name.” “Many people know your name,” I pointed out. “You were a famous model.” “Not as Sterling,” she said quietly. “I always worked under my maiden name, Leroy. Only people who knew me through Robert called me Sterling.”