Romantic Names Novels & Stories

Raven Roman pulls me back against his chest, and I settle into him, the warm water shifting around us as I let my eyes drift shut. His fingers move lazily through my damp hair, combing the strands away from my neck. “I’ve been thinking about names,” I say quietly. He hums softly. “You already have Mason.” I smile. “I know, and I love the name. But what if it’s a girl? We still don’t have a name.”

“Like Fluffy? Absolutely not. Our pup needs a commanding name. Something that makes people pause. Alpha material.” “You know we don’t even know if the baby’s gonna be an alpha, right?” “Details!” he said, waving it off. “Okay, first up—Ronan Dunham. Powerful, right?” I tilted my head. “Kind of sounds like Roman.” “But this has bite! Ronan Dunham. Strong. Fearless. A warrior’s name.” “It’s not bad.” Levi practically glowed. “Okay, how about Fenrir?” “You want to name our baby after a wolf destined to eat the gods?”

, 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.

she called. "Baby," he replied, a smile playing on his lips. "Do you want me to call you that?" "I don't know, it feels strange." She said. She had liked it when he called her that last night, but calling her baby felt weird now. She wanted him to keep calling her name, that sounded much better. "It's true, I just don't know romantic names to call you. I read some posts on I*******m, it was about romantic names to call one's spouse." He told her, making a turn to a quiet street.

"Every third wolf is named Luna." "Fine. What's your suggestion?" "Something strong. Traditional. Royal." "Boring, you mean," Kieran says. They start arguing. I keep organizing. Sort tiny socks. Fold onesies. Arrange everything perfectly. "What about Alexander?" Damon suggests. "For a boy. Strong. Classic. Royal." "Alexander Thorne." Kieran tests it. "Not bad. But what if it's a girl?" "Victoria." "Absolutely not. Too stuffy." "You're too stuffy."

“You did a great job.” “Thank you.” She smiled. “What are you going to name them?” Mom asked. “I was thinking Elwin and Elara, to go with the family name, what do you think?” I asked Rhea. “I like it.” She grinned. “How about Ryan and Roxanne for their middle names?” “Elwin Ryan Borbon-Anjou and Elara Roxanne Borbon-Anjou, that's beautiful.” “Just by looking at them, I can tell they are going to be troublemakers. You guys surely have your work cut out for you because you are going to be going through double the trouble.” Esteban laughed and his wife hit him on his back.

he raised a brow at me. I stared around the area for a fleeting second before turning to him. "Something like Aethereia, Luminaria, Floraison, those are far better names. Unique and not commonly found. But if you want something common, maybe floral falls or a petal oasis; no offense to your name, but Jack Russell sounded like something an obnoxious teenager would name a field as lovely as this." "Offense taken," Jack's glare intensified. "Besides, I like Aethereia, what does that mean?"

“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.”

Showering me with compliments… Telling me what I wanted to hear. He didn’t play games with me like Adrian did. “What’s your name then, sweetheart?” he asked me. “It’s Grace,” I lied through the skin of my teeth. “That’s a beautiful name,” he replied. “My name’s Romeo.” So we were both liars here. “Lovely name, Romeo,” I smiled, as I continued to sip from my glass.

’ 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.