Romantic Names Novels & Stories

“I didn’t know we were picking names yet.” “We’re not,” I said quickly, heat rushing to my cheeks. “I was just wondering if you’d thought about it.” Graham’s smile deepened, slow and warm. “I might have a few ideas.” “Like?” He brushed his thumb along my knuckles. “If it’s a girl, maybe… Alina. My grandmother’s name. She was strong. Brave.” I felt a lump rise in my throat. “That’s beautiful.” “And if it’s a boy…” He hesitated, eyes glinting with a touch of mischief. “Maybe something fierce. Like Orion. Or Kai.”

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.

Later, when everyone had gone when the doctors left, and our parents were in the waiting room it was just the two of us. Her in bed. Me sitting beside her. Our babies sleeping in the cradle next to us. “Have you thought of names?” she asked, voice soft in the quiet. “I was waiting for you.” She smiled, weak but radiant. “Our son… Roman.” I said it aloud, almost reverently. “Roman.” “And our daughter… Elara.” “Roman and Elara,” I repeated, heart full. “Royal and celestial.” She let out a quiet laugh. “They sound like they belong in another world.”

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.

look. "What?" "Spill" she says sternly I told you she sees right through me. " Ugh... it's crazy" I lament " Had a fight with Mr Romantic again?" "Mr Romantic" is what Wendy calls Klaus. That's his official nick name for him and I had to concur with her. Not that I have a choice though. "Worse than that" "Oh my" she exclaims as she scoots closer to me " Did you two have sex again?" I roll my eyes hard, she's always thinking the impossible.

He shook his head in reply and Dream remembered that she still don't know his name. "By the way you still have not told me your name," She noted while turning to look at him. "My bad! I'm Romeo" He smiled, putting his hand forward for a handshake. "Dream," she responded, accepting his hand shake. "I know," "How did you know my name?" "Err—i heard it from the NASTIES," He had hesitated to answer, making Dream to become suspicious of him. The bell rang signifying the close of school, Romeo and Dream were still in the library chatting.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

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.

I swirled around to face him, and that had deepened the smile he already had. "What happened to Mon Cheri? You and I know that you could call me by my name!" I said turning back to my coffee and taking a long sip from it. "I want to be romantic, it's a unique name people give their partner when they are crazy in love. These names are very rare and I had searched so much before I labeled them you!" He said as a small chuckle escaped my lips. "You don't honestly have to do that to appease me. We have a long time to spend together!" I said.

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."