Romantic Names Novels & Stories

[Zeve’s POV] “What should I name my wolf? Hmm… this is annoying…” I groaned, looking at the waves crashing at the ship. I leaned against the railing, but I couldn’t think of any suitable name. Amor’s wolf is Rian, which means king, that he is. So should I keep it something similar to a queen? Ew. No. This is so annoying. I dropped my head and hands over the railing as they dangled over the sea.

She yelled. "You can't blame me for wanting a special name for my baby." I muttered. "There are so many special names! Well, you have me now. What about Voldemort?" I looked at her waiting for her to laugh at the joke but she kept a straight face. "You're joking, right?" "Of course not! I like the name, it's cute." She glared at me like I just stole her firstborn child. "Well, I obviously don't like it." "Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?"

" Sure. What is it? " " What's your name? " she asked, " I hear them calling you 'boss,' 'bossing' and 'Señor'. I don't know how to address you. " Rostam released a soft laugh before answering a question from the young lady who was innocently waiting for him to answer. " Rostam Lombardi, but you can call me 'Amore mio'." " Amore mio? Is that your nickname? " Catalina asked, but the response she received from Rostam was just a shrugged shoulder before he leaves with a playful smile on his face.

We can't see much inside yet though. "None of you have noticed the name!" She pouts and I look at it. What about the name? "It's perfect Princess, each one word begins with one of our names," Chase smiles and wraps his arms around her. I look and realise. Just, for Jax, Dream for Dhalia, Book for Blake, and Corner for Chase. She's fucking amazing. I stand smiling staring at the sign. "I agree, it's perfect Angel," leaning forward I kiss her.

“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.

"Alex Romano" The nurse wrote quickly, her handwriting elegant and precise. "And the names of the children?" I hesitated for half a heartbeat before speaking. "Giovanni Alexander Romano" I said, feeling the name settle into the air like a prayer. "And Dominic Arthur Romano" Alex added, his voice steady. I glanced at him, surprised by the middle name. He smiled faintly. "Arthur is my fathers middle name.." he said. "The one who taught me what it meant to be loyal. To fight for what you love."

“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.”

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.

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."

He gives her an exuberant kiss and they bond instantly. Romero continues to stare at her, while the girl cannot get enough of kissing him. "What are their names? What are the names of my babies, Lori?" "Latore Romero is the eldest, followed by Wallace Thoseo and our little princesses Adlin Elaine Jon," I answer, my gaze fixed on our daughter. Recognizing the names, he swallows hard. "Thank you, Lori. You don't know how much this means to me." And then I held his gaze.