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But for now, I enjoy the silence of the night, with the gentle autumn breeze in the air, and the smell of his perfume. "Can I ask you something, too?" He asked a little while later. "Hmmm?" "Why Skye?" "I used to hate my name when I was younger. Vivienne seemed too old fashioned. Skye just seemed too…vague, I guess. Then, I met my best friend, her name's Madison. And she frowned when I told her about that. She said my name was 'classic,' but most of all, Skye suited me best." I smiled as I reminisced about my days back home. I miss everyone already. "She said I felt like the night sky to her. Comforting and mysterious and sometimes moody. From then on, I have loved my name, especially Skye."

“And Romare isn’t? I mean, why Romare if they could name you Roman or just short for Rome, like Romy.” I thought I just amused him. He laughed out loud, and that irritated me more. “Its origin is actually from Italy, Carlott. Why not Charlotte? It sounds more royal. Where did your parents get your name Carlott Laylin Jemaine Storm?” You didn’t even know half of it. I glared at him, scratching my face. “Sevyn Hunter has a nice touch, though.” His smile faded. “Oh, you’re pissed off.” I put my elbow on his desk, my chin on my knuckles as I looked at him in boredom. “Is that why you prefer to call me Storm?”

“I don’t eat little girls.” I stay quiet, unwilling to engage in his teasing. “My name is not Shorty. It’s Maya. And I’m not that short, Your Highness,” I blurt out, surprising even myself. He raises an eyebrow but ignores my words. “So, Shorty, what kind of romantic gifts do girls like?” Romantic gifts?! Panic surges through me. I’ve never thought about romance, let alone gifts. “I—uh...” I stammer. “Didn’t you hear me?” he presses.

Romeo handed his hand--handed his pinky to Rena. Romeo? It was like hearing the names of fairy tale characters, Romeo and Juliet. Rena smiled in response. The smile she wanted most for herself. Moreover, Rena's eyes will disappear if those lips are sunken. "Rena. Rena Schaaci. You can call me that, Mr. Romeo." "Rena," Romeo muttered. Will our love story start here? Is this what they call falling in love a second time? Especially when the pinkies of the two are intertwined with each other.

He blushed. "I'm just kidding, angel," The beta replied before placing a kiss on his mate's head. "What's the baby's name? Or does he not have a name yet?" Mrs. Ansaldo asked as she took a sip out of her juice. "He does. His name is Rome." "Oh, that's an amazing name." "It's rare. I haven't heard that name before but it sounds beautiful." He nodded in reply. It was calming to listen to them talk. Both Luna Evelyn and Rain have loving mates. I'd be lying if I said that their love life didn't make me envious. I really crave for someone to love me like that.

“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!”

“You should be ashamed of yourself. You are making fun of your niece. Your first niece as well. Besides her name as a special meaning. Its in honor of her deceased mother, I dare you to make fun of that.” He shakes his head. “I never said her name wasn’t special. River is a beautiful name; Jessica searched for the meaning of the name. it had something to do with the feeling of freedom, passion, and Romance. Or some shit like that. I was half asleep when Jess was explaining, and it had other meanings but it’s a cool name.” Damon shrugs his shoulders eyeing Beckett. I nod. I didn’t care for the meaning until this very moment. I sink into thought. Romance? The fuck she is. There will be no roma

“Now, what do we mean by that? Making yourselves feel unique can be seen in different perspectives. But over here, I’ll be letting us see it in such a way that you make yourselves feel special. 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 w

He asked. I turned to face him, surprised to find him awake. "Oh, I haven't really thought about that. Does she need a name?" I asked, my brow creasing in thought. Roman nodded earnestly before propping himself up on his elbow, and his eyes shone with purpose. "Giving them names means honoring them, instead of just calling them 'my wolf'," he explained. "So what do you call yours?" I inquired, genuinely curious. Roman chuckled, "Raven, because he's dark and black," he answered smugly, as if reminding me of his wolf form.

In the mirror, her delicate features were like a painting, and her lips were curled slightly in happiness. "The groom is here!" Somebody shouted. Stacy turned around, and Gareth walked in. He was wearing a perfectly fitted black suit, his tall and well-built figure exuding elegance. His gaze immediately went towards Stacy, his eyes filled with undisguised amazement. "Isn't Stacy beautiful?" someone asked with a smile. Gareth didn't reply, only walking toward her and leaning down to press a soft kiss on her neck, his voice deep and gentle. "My girl is the most beautiful girl in the world."