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?”

I muttered, turning slightly toward the window to hide my smile. My thumbs moved fast over the keyboard. Me: Are you sure you’re not naming it that to jump on the hype train? I mean, I’m basically the city’s headline scandal right now. Grace: Of course not. It’s my way of saying I’m proud of you. But fine, what should I name it then? I leaned back, thinking for a second. Me: How about Douceur? Grace: Oh my god. I love that. It sounds sexy. Me: It is sexy. The kind of dessert that makes people forget they have morals.

“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.” I grin. “Like what? Sandra Fury Harper-Kane?” He laughs so hard he almost chokes. “Sandra Fury. She’d come out swinging. Teachers would be terrified on day one.” “Or Sandra Rebel. Sandra Rebel Harper-Kane. She’d have a leather jacket by age three.” He’s laughing too hard to speak now. “Sandra Chaos Harper-Kane,” he manages. “Because that’s what we’re signing up for.” I swat his arm. “Stop! She’s going to hear you and decide to be a terror on purpose.”

I appreciated that in him. As we walked out to the pool, I heard them mention a name I hadn’t heard before. “Zev?” I asked as we approached the rest of the gang. Scarlet looked up at me and blushed. “We were trying to think of a baby name. Zev is Hebrew for wolf.” Mason moved over a seat and I sat down next to Scarlet. The sun was at its peak and it was a hot day. I could already see color on her. “Hmm, what else do you have?” I asked.

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.”

Tamara said enthusiastically. Damian remained silent, trying to process the offer. “What should we name the café?” Tamara asked again. Damian opened his book again and pointed to a page with the word “OKDA” written in large letters. Tamara furrowed her brow. “OKDA?” “It’s an acronym for Olivia, Katty, Delya, Alva. The names of my four children,” Damian explained softly. Tamara remained silent for a few seconds, then smiled broadly. “It’s a good name.”