Romantic Names Novels & Stories

"Oh. That's sad … but we need to call them a name, since today's the first day you will be seeing both of them for the first time." "What of Romeo and Renato? " she asked. "My babies aren't from rome. Since Romeo means someone from Rome, and Renato means born again… " "What of Dante and Dino then? They are quite good. Don't you think so?" "Dino is the short form for Bernardino, while Dante is the short form for Durante. I want something better than Mary…" "Okay, how about Elio, Ennio, Enzo, Nico, Nino, Mario, Marco, Luigi…" She kept mentioning names while I stared at her with widened eyes.

“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

[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.

Caroline tried to explain. Jared didn't respond; he just stayed silent. "Bubu, how is it?" Caroline looked up into Jared's face to see his response. "Bubu? What is it?" "As romantic a nickname as you could want." "Can't you find a name that's a little nicer?" "Babe?" Jared was silent, a sign that he didn't agree. "Darling?" Caroline made another suggestion. Jared remained silent. "Honey?" "I want something special that no one ever uses, but sounds really interesting." Jared spoke his heart out.

The other men took off just a bit ago to give us time to talk and think. Probably to give me time to get my shit together. “I'm sorry.” “You have nothing to apologize for,” ROMAN says gently as he pulls me back into his embrace. “Like everything else, we'll figure this out at whatever speed you need,” he finishes with a kiss on my head. “What's my name?” They both turn to look at me. “The princess. What was her… er, my name?” I ask more confidently. “LARINA,” they answer in unison.

“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.

He straightened when he saw me, opening the passenger door with a flourish. “You look really amazing,” he said, flashing a grin. “Thanks,” I replied, slipping into the seat. As he drove, the silence between us grew awkward. He cleared his throat nervously. “So… what romantic name would you like to be called by your partner?” I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.” He nodded, adjusting his glasses— a nervous habit, I realized. “Well, I’ve been brainstorming some ideas. “Maybe darling? Or sweetheart? Or pookie? Or buttercup?” Or something unique, like… ‘starshine’?”