Scaramouche Name Ideas Novelas e Histórias

Hakeem, Derek, and Marcus had painted the nursery a few weeks ago, and I have been slowly filling it with all the things our precious babe needs. Growing bored, I find myself in a lane filled with life size scrabble letters. Filtering through, I pull out the letters needed for both of the names we have chosen. Octavius for a little boy, named after his father, or Calliope for a girl. Which was my grandmother’s name. The second my hand closes around the ‘C’, a little kick gets me in my stomach. “Do you like that name, little one?” I ask, my hand grazing my belly.

“We ought to brainstorm some options. Do you have any ideas for a name that would fit me well?” “I-I…t. It… should s-s-st…tart with the letter S-S, mommy, o…or it should b-be… c-c-close to my new name… s-so… w-we’re… the… the s-same.” Brianna stammered yet full of joy. “Start with the letter S that’s close to your new name?” Nathalie mused thoughtfully. “Sapphire… Sa... Sharon?” Brianna shook her head. “No? What about... With... Shanon?”

We both laughed. “What about names?” she asked. “Got any ideas?” “Not really,” I said. “Vittorio wants something strong. Valentino keeps suggesting Italian desserts.” Selena snorted. “Typical. He’d probably name the kid Cannoli.” “That’s what I said!” I was laughing now, really laughing. “You know what he told me? That at least it’d be sweet.” “God, you’re surrounded by clowns,” she said. “I know. I love them anyway.”

And the girl’s name also reminded her of Ace’s car. “Mine’s Olivia, nice to meet you.” She replied enthusiastically. “Scar!!” Michael’s voice echoed and Olivia looked around to see him hurrying down the stairs with an angry look on his face. Just then Olivia laughed loudly confusing the two. “Why are you laughing?” Michael asked looking at her cautiously. “Scar? Her name reminded me of the movie ‘Lion king’.” Olivia replied. “I’m not the evil uncle of Simba!!” Scarlet exclaimed and playfully narrowed her eyes at Olivia who laughed more.

“We can’t just keep calling them Pineapple One and Pineapple Two.” Dominic grinned. “Speak for yourself. I was getting attached.” I groaned, but I was smiling. “We’ll decide tonight. Proper names. No fruits. No snacks. No bad Italian mobster references.” I said, glaring at Dominic. He held his hands up in surrender. Dominic sighed. “There goes Caponata and Cannoli.” I glared at him. "Seriously Dom." I said. “Fine, fine. Serious names.” He kissed the top of one baby’s head. “Let’s pick names worthy of them.”

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.

I chuckled, reaching behind her and plucking a cherry from the bowl on the countertop. Then I popped it in her mouth, wiping her bottom lip with my thumb. “In a jiffy.” I stepped back from her and walked back to the vegetables. “So, now, what name would be perfect?” “How about Luciano?” She asked, timing her head to the side. “I think it’ll suit his ravishing good looks and charm.” She flashed me an adorable wink. “Our son’s gonna be a stunner, you know.” “No, no,” I murmured, shaking my head, as I turned on the gas cooker, picturing a different idea, “how about Rosario? That has a beautiful ring to it.” “What do you think—“

After a while, Caspian said, "Look up." The demonic scorpion slowly straightened up and raised her head, revealing a cold but charming face. Especially the tear mole at the corner of her right eye made her expression inexplicably shocking. "Well, I've thought about it." Caspian nodded. "From now on, your name is Scar." A noise came from the one behind the Gates of Hell. Obviously, the one behind the Gates of Hell was shocked by the name Caspian had given Demon Scorpion. He even expressed his dissatisfaction.

“Miss Reavon,” it is just me or what, but I feel like his voice got deeper and huskier, especially when he called me—wait, what? Miss Reavon? I'm not a Reavon! “E-excuse me, who's—?” I stopped when I remembered that Moli use my middle name as my surname when we submit the Appointment Request. “Who's who?” he asked, smirking. F*ck, you will get caught with that slippery mouth of yours, Tatiana