Scaramouche Name Ideas Novels & Stories

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.

“Yes. And I refuse to let my daughters be named something ridiculous.” I smirked. “Like what?” He scrolled. “Okay, first of all, no fruits. No Apple, no Peach, no Clementine.” I giggled. “You don’t want a daughter named Mango Russo?” “Sienna.” I snickered. “Fine. No fruits.” He kept scrolling. “No weirdly spelled names. If I see a name with extra unnecessary letters, I’m out.” I grinned. “So no ‘Aubryigh’?” He looked personally offended. “That is an abomination.”

Scar cleared his throat and said, “Not sorry to break the reunion, but I have to say I did not expect you to have the brains to reach me. Here, I thought you were weak and pathetic, like your husband. Well, you are, but for a small amount of time, I thought you would leave him here.” I rolled my eyes and declared, “You are weak and pathetic, Scar, or should I say, Marcus Ricci?” Nicolas looked at him in shock, and I nodded my head. “Oh, haha, you finally found out my name.” “Yes, your tramp mother was more than willing to explain to us how you changed your name to Scar in order to fit the fake macho persona you’re attempting to portray. You don’t have much in your body anyways as the princes

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

While two mature people among them, who were standing there, seeing and hearing with sighed. "What can be expected from her, she only suggests childish and foolish things." Jenny scoffed. Sohu erupted "Why what's wrong with this name?" She looked at Jenny. "It sounds like a baby nickname, not a brand name," Jenny replied sarcastically. The others were nodded in agreement. "Okay, then if you have another name in your mind then tell us." Sohu folding her arms in front of her chest she said "Then I will tell you that why I chose this name."

“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.”

she said, and Cassian agreed, beginning to consider the possibilities. Cassian considered the name while delicately holding one of the newborn's tiny hands. "What about Aurora?" he proposed, looking at Emeraude for approval. "Amora and Aurora," Emeraude replied, pondering the names. They sounded harmonious together, almost poetically combined. Cassian, with a proud gleam in his eyes, proclaimed, "St. Clair and Kensington." The name brought an even broader smile to Emeraude's face.

I say and laugh to myself, he isn't laughing even though it's so funny. How weird. "Now what's your name?" He asks. "Cinderella" I bat my lashes at him. "You have a serious problem" He shakes his head. "Your name," "Fine, I'm Scarlett" I pause but continue anyway, pulling down the scrunchy holding my ponytail, letting it fall to my waist