Scaramouche Name Ideas Novels & Stories

“Fine. Let’s think of names now.” I rubbed my jaw. “Alright. If it’s a boy… How about Santino?” She made a face. “No.” I frowned. “Why not?” “Because Santino Morano sounds like a mafia boss.” I smirked. “That’s the point.” She threw a pillow at me. “Absolutely not. That life is in the past.” I chuckled. “Okay, fine. What about Luca?” She considered it, then nodded. “Luca is nice.” I grinned. “Good. One down. Now, if it’s a girl…” I paused, thinking. “Isabella?”

“Fine. Rose is too obvious. What about Harper? Sandra Harper Kane. Keeps your name in there. The fighter. The one who took down an empire and still looked hot doing it.” I tilt my head. “I like Harper. It’s strong. It’s me. But then her initials are SHK. Sounds like a cough syrup brand.” He snorts. “True. Sandra Harper Kane. The miracle baby who clears congestion.” We both crack up. “Okay, no Harper,” I say, wiping tears of laughter. “What about Grace? Sandra Grace Harper-Kane. Classic. Elegant. And honestly… we could use some grace after everything.” He nods slowly. “Grace is nice. But it feels a little… safe. Our girl’s going to be a hurricane. She needs a middle name with some bite.”

He intentionally put forth a questioning expression stressing over Scarlet's name and the girl just smiled sheepishly introducing properly, “Lozenge….Scarlet Lozenge, Professor.” “You can call me Eva, Professor. I know my name is kind of difficult to pronounce giving the fact that I have if the name as my surname. And call her Scarlet. By the way, which subject will you be taking?” Eva initiated a conversation with Dankein and found Scarlet rolling her eyes at her. She shrugged her shoulders and focused on Dankein who looked at the girls replying,

“It’s all over now, Scarlet. Don’t worry. I am here with you.” “You know my name?” I rub my eyes and glance at him, confused. “You told me last night at the party.” Ah, my bad. Did I tell him my name without getting his name in return? What a poor deal! Anyway, he wouldn’t be the first or the last to be in my bed, I remind myself. “I don’t remember that. Or your name,” I said straightforwardly, adjusting my hair. “I’m Sin.” “Okay, Sin. Is it time for you to leave?” I tousled my hair arrogantly. “What are you planning to achieve by getting a free lunch at my place?”

"Olivia has been really helpful thus far. Everything has gone according to plan." He nodded. "She’s a gem." She creased her brow. "I mean, she is like an agate, an amethyst, or a moonstone—definitely not a priceless diamond like you are." Her cheeks reddened. "Thank you" "So have you come up with any names yet?" She shook her head. "Olivia and I are still brainstorming. Do you have any ideas?" He hummed. "How about sugar spot or sugary spot?" She furrowed her brows and shook her head.

This big, burly, viking god of a biker blushes. “Oh, when I saw you, when you were brought in. Your knuckles were scraped and bleeding. I knew you hit back. Hence the name Scrapper. But if you don’t like it, I can …” “Oh no, no, Scrapper is fine. Kind of like a cool nickname.” I say with a giggle. I fucking giggled. What is wrong with me? I never giggle. This man is making me turn into a sap.

(◞‸ლ) “So we had to be more creative,” Blackie narrated with heartache, “‘Soul Cuddle’, ‘Soul Tango’, ‘Mwah, take my hugs and kisses!’, ‘Love me, darling, ah, ah!’…” he sighed ruefully, “…All kinds of name ideas kept being suggested.” Noah doubled back with gaping mouth, “And all of those unbelievably shitty names were already taken?!” “No,” Blackie sighed ruefully, “Because they were shitty, not a single one passed the majority vote.”

I believed I hadn't made a bad impression the first time we'd met, except the fact that I didn't know who the hell she was, which wasn't even my fault. "Yes, Penelope Cruz," she confirmed, typing absentmindedly on her phone while glancing between me and the device. "What a pleasant surprise to see you here. I don't mean to be rude but what's that your name again? I just meet so many people that it gets hard to keep names stored ..." "Scarlett," I cut her off, my own smile going fake as fuck too. "Scarlett Damien." She gave me a suspicious look with her eyes narrowed. "Oh you still kept your last name? That's cool, a lot of people do that now and I like it, I must say."

Andre chuckled, "She's going to be very strong, like her father, and stubborn like her mother." Valerie smiled, "I'm not stubborn, but yeah, I want her to be strong just like her father." "You know what? She'll be called Queen." "Queen?" "Yes, 'Queen Scorpion'. She'll be my heir. She looks so adorable that I don't think I want another baby. Besides, I don't want you to go through so much pain. She's enough for me. What do you think?" Valerie said, "Well, let's just take life as it comes. I like the name 'Queen Scorpion'. It sounds amazing."

Even if I hate who I am, our fates are linked from the moment the bond is shown. "What time is it, Scrubs?" I ask, needing to get the thought of the ceremony out of my head and think of something else before I freak out. He wrinkles his nose at the nickname, which came from the countless times he had to scrub his face from dirt and mud every day. He's the messiest kid I've ever seen, and he's amazing. I want a different future for him, one where he could have the same last name as everyone in the pack other than the orphaned children. We were given the last name Perdita, which means lost in Latin, because we were lost in every sense of the word.