Romantic Name Novels & Stories

"Waldo?" The guy asked in disbelief. "Seriously?" Play your part, Hailey. Come on. I placed a hand on my hip as I looked at him. I let a little of my cool girl character slip to help me with the act. "Got a problem with that?" The guy suddenly cleared his throat and shook his head. "Uh...no. Sorry. It's just an...unusual name." He said. "My name is Romeo." ...Romeo? Like in Romeo and Juliet?

’ I asked, controlling my smile. ‘Don’t tease me. Ask her the name of her Lycan and dare you to fight with her because I don’t want her to cancel our date and also ask her if she won’t mind then can her Lycan and I spend the time together instead of her?’, He requested like a lovesick puppy. “Talking with Roman?”, She asked, to which I nodded. “He wants to know the name of your Lycan.” “Her name is Ivory.” ‘Ivory…which means white and pure. I’m sure that her fur will be of white color.’ Roman said with confidence.

Georgia decided to try and lighten the mood. “So. We know now that you’re a Lycan and I’m a Luna. Guess there’s only one thing left for us to do now.” Hayden turned to her with a quizzical expression. “What’s that?” “We gotta pick out a cool wolf name for you.” Hayden laughed. It felt good to hear the sound of it again. “Hmm okay. How about Eros, and you could be Psyche?” Georgia thought about it. “I know Eros was the Greek God of Love, right? Cupid was his Roman counterpart.”

“You will attend whatever public function I ask you to attend on my arm. You will not speak to anyone of our deal, and you’ll not date other men as long as you’re pretending to be my fiancé. It wouldn’t look proper if someone saw you.” “Why do you call yourself Romalatti?” I said. He seemed taken aback at the change of subject but at last he said, “It’s my mother’s maiden name. I was hoping without carrying around my father’s name, I wouldn’t be so recognizable.” “How’s that working out for you?” I asked him with a grin. “Not so well, I’m afraid. So what do you think of my conditions?” “I’ll accept them, for now,” I said. “What do you think of mine?”

“No junior names type of shit, right? I hate those names.” “I’ll let you pick out all the names,” I say, still walking. “Call them whatever you like.” “It’ll be unique and modern. Like Beyoncé’s Blue Ivy and Rihanna’s Riot Rose.” I pause mid-step, processing that last one. “Riot Rose? What the hell does that even mean?” “Doesn’t matter. The point is, it’s unique. It means something to them. It’s not just ‘Knox Junior’ or some boring traditional name.”

“Sei tutto per me, Amore mio.” As we sat there, enveloped in the warmth of our conversation, the weight of each name settled upon us. Isabella, with its timeless elegance. Gia, with its vibrant energy. And Mireya, with its profound sense of wonder and gratitude. Each name held its own allure, but it was Mireya that resonated deeply within our souls. We remained there, just holding each other in silence as we were driven home, knowing that we had found the name that encapsulated the essence of our journey. Mireya—it became the symbol of the extraordinary love that brought us together, the love that now created a new life.

“My mark on your neck look pretty fine there, Daddy.” I look at her neck. “Ditto to you, sweetheart.” I help her stand and look at our marks in the mirror. Both bitemarks have become full Moons. Inside each moon is our Mates Name. “Ariella,” I whisper, seeing her name perfectly written. “Who the hell is Romeo?” Ari looks confused. “Oh,” I smile. “My full name is Romeo Finch Conrad. Turk’s mother used to joke ‘Romeo, Romeo, Where forth art thou, Romeo’ and my parents started using my middle name.”

“Blood red, with an open back, scandalous neckline, and sleeves that scream kiss me before the ball ends.” “I heard it’s enchanted to hug your waist like Duke Alaric’s hand during training,” Anita added. I nearly choked on my cookie. “And you and the Duke…” Norma wiggled her brows, “…are practically a thing now. The castle staff is calling it The Lightning Romance.” “Lightning Romance?” I sputtered. “Mhmm. They’re already naming your future children. One suggested ‘Thundarina.’” “I will electrocute someone,” I said flatly. “And I’m not naming any child Thundarina.”

His hand came up to my face again and caressed my cheek as he searched my face, which I'm certain was red. "My name is Colton, and my wolf's name is Nexus." He said, and I swear I heard my cat let out a content sigh with a dreamy face, as he stared love-struck at our mate. I don't blame him, Colton and Nexus are such handsome names! I felt a smile spread across my face as I repeated their names, "Colton and Nexus." I said quietly, trying their names out, and loving the way it sounds.

Now they had been blessed with both. “Well, you know I wanted a girl, and I have been thinking. Anastasiya, it means resurrection. And it is the name of an infamous Russian princess. She is my printsessa, so I think it’s apt.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone, causing her heart to swell. He had really thought this through. Dimitri looked towards her, “What about you, my love?” She had thought about it as well, in case she was carrying a boy. She fell in love with the name and the meaning. “Ayden. It is the Celtic name for fire and reminds me of my vow to you.”