Romantic Name Novels & Stories

“What’s it called?” “I was waiting for you to name it.” She blinked. “Me?” “You’re the heart of it.” She thought for a moment, then smiled. “Let’s call it Steeped in You.” I stared at her. She shrugged. “It’s romantic. A little dramatic. And it sounds like something we’d say at 2 a.m. when we’re too tired to be clever.” I walked over, wrapped my arms around her from behind. “It’s perfect.” She leaned back into me. “You sure?”

Brandy said as she folded her hand together. "So what's gonna be the name of this romantic scene," Ivy said "Well I am gonna write the story and its name will be the Lycan's mate, how about that, "Mira said and smiled. "Nah, not so interesting, I guess it will be, Married to the Lycan," Ivy said.

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.

, she said, "My name is Montana Romano" And with that said, they left. "Montana Romano", I repeated the name as it rolled off my tongue in a sweet way, "Montana, which means, Lupus Montem (Mountain Wolf), invoking the strength or should I say having the strength of the mountains and the wild spirit of a wolf. unique". "I agree... unique indeed", Obviously it was Sean who had breached into my time where I was talking to myself and interfered and also added his thoughts even when he was not invited. I just chuckled.

Eric asked as he sat on the floor, leaning against the crib. Elena smiled. "Sure. I'll listen." Eric thought for a moment, then began to suggest names. "How about Amelia or maybe Isabella? I also like the name Claire." Elena shook her head with a smile. "It's pretty, but it doesn't feel right." Eric thought again. "Okay, let me think." He paused for a moment as he closed his eyes. "What about Roxanne? It's a strong and elegant name, like her mother," he said, opening his eyes and turning to Elena.

I answered, completely dumbfounded by the situation. "Oh no, what an awful name! No, here you'll be... let me see what kind of look you have..." The crazy redhead thought for a moment. "Ah! I got it, Roxanne Panther. It fits, it has that old-school vibe, just like you, right, girl? I'll be waiting for you, Roxy." That woman was crazy, so crazy that I just stood there staring blankly when she left, blowing me a kiss. Then a man approached and stared at me, as if sizing me up.

ALPHA GUNNOLF Alexa rested her head on my arms, and I slowly stroked her hair in a slowly lazy state. I had used the sex to expel my frustration, yet I was still feeling some sort of way. It was insane how much I was shook. “Alpha Gunnolf, I think we should start using romantic names for ourselves. I mean, it would be nice if we talk to each other like we are the only ones in the room. It would make it so beautiful to do some things,” Alexa said softly.

"I mean for someone who was named Romance at birth, he sure is lacking it!" I froze. "Your name is Romance?" I asked incredulously. "So now you're talking to me?" Roman mindlinked. "Don't flatter yourself, I'm keeping up appearances, Romance!" I mindlinked back. "Don't call me that!" He whisper-shouted down the link. "I'll call you whatever I want!" I replied. "Yup." Darius chuckled. "Roman is short for Romance in his case." "May the Moon Goddess answer my prayers over him. I've been lighting candles at the Temple. I think you should too on his behalf." Thurah said.

“Like this, you give a word that makes you think of me and I’ll give one for you. Together, we’ll find the pack’s name.” “Lunar,” Maximilian said immediately. My heart skipped a beat. “Lunar?” He slid his hand over my cheek, whispering close to my lips, “My lunar, serene, luminous, and only mine.” I lowered my gaze, with a smile, and murmured, “Silver.” Sliding my hand to his chest, I lifted my eyes to meet his green ones. “Rare, bright, and untouchable.” His lips curved into a smile that mirrored mine as he pulled me closer, pressing me to his chest before capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. “The Lunar Silver Wolves. Such a beautiful name, just like you.”

Romy felt herself go rigid. It had been a long time since she’d heard that name. After getting married, she gave up training and cut ties with all her former social connections. She became a wife, but very few people knew she was Mrs. Kensington. As if, after getting married, she had lost her name. She was merely Romy.