Romans & histoires Scaramouche Name Ideas

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.”

“What is better then Martha?” "Scarlett,” I said without thinking with my chin up. “She would be bold, fierce, world-owning.” He winced, hands on my hips. “Stripper name, Sophie. Our kid’s not twirling poles.” I shoved him, laughing, cheeks hot. "Fuck off,” I retorted, as I asked my head for more names “Luna, Bella, Daisy—”“ Dog names,” he cut in, with a smirk on his face, pulling me close. “Labradoodle vibes."

Seraphina’s Perspective I stood up, my eyes locking onto hers with pure anger. "For your kind knowledge, my name is Seraphina," I said, my voice steady yet sharp. "And you must be the famous Scarlett," I spat, emphasizing her name with distaste. Scarlett smirked, stepping closer with an air of arrogance. "Oh, so you already know about me. Looks like Damien talks about me a lot," she said, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder as if she were royalty.

Ben chimed in. "I've got it. My niece has to have a name that stands out!" Ben's handsome face lit up. "How about Monica?" Mitbahl jumped in, "Good name, good name. I support 'Monica'!" Andrew added, "I thought of one too—Selina." Before Diana could respond, Mitbahl popped his head out again. "Selina is great! I support Selina!" Diana turned to Colin, "Colin, do you have any better ideas?"

I reply. "We are here to get you ready for the party. You must look gorgeous for the people and for Master Ravet... And die yourself." The blonde girl says with a bright smile on her face. The other girl with dark hair smiles at me shyly and I can tell that she is the quiet and shy one of the duo. "Hello," she quietly says. "My name Katherine. What is yours?" She asks without looking at me. "My name is Scarlet," I say to her. "Scarlet, the color?" The girl with the blonde hair asks with an excited look in her eyes and I almost laugh.

Alessia adjusted him against her shoulder, her expression softening, “He looks so much like you did, Adriano. The same eyes.” Claire leaned in, brushing a finger over the blanket with a tender smile, “He’s beautiful. He deserves a strong name.” Dante crossed his arms, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Something that carries weight. Marco, maybe.” “Marco,” Raphael repeated, tasting it, before shaking his head. “Too common. Needs something rarer. Angelo.” “Vittorio,” Luca offered from the corner, “Name him after Nonno.” Silvio let out a low laugh. “Christ, if he turns out anything like Nonno, we’re all fucked.”

Scar POV. It didn't take me long to find out more about the lord, everyone knows him, everyone respects him, he's called Lord Dante, he's been in charge for a long time now, he has a brother called Lucas, not the most dominant, but he helps in the family business, along with him, he's married and have a daughter. A smart girl who loves to dress up as different animals, her latest phase is foxes, the rumours say fox is her thing, for now, she's smart, everyone along here did mention how smart she is.

“You’ve made Ryan blush, you dirty slut!” Sandra smiles at you, then thankfully changes the subject to put you out of your misery. “So Ryan, which famous person would you choose?” You think about it for a moment. “Uh, I dunno… maybe Scar Son?” “Good choice!” says Laura. “Yeah, good choice,” agrees Sandra. “You know, I think I’d probably turn lesbian for Scar Son. How about you, Laura?” Laura shrugs. “Maybe. I bet she eats pussy like a pro.”

Marguerite replied, attempting a curtsy despite the duchess' attempt to stop her. "Nonsense with formalities, Miss Goddard. Marguerite, may I call you that?" "Of course, Your Grace," Marguerite said with a touch of amusement. "Just call me Maggie." "Then Maggie it is," the duchess declared, a warm smile gracing her lips. "And you, my dear, may call me Ava." Despite their recent acquaintance, Marguerite felt an inexplicable kinship with the duchess. As their conversation flowed, the duchess divulged a curious story.

shh...not so loud. Grace scolded. Sorry. Geneva whispered. It’s okay, come here. Dad told her and picked her up and placed her on the bed next to me. She peeked over and her eyes went wide. He’s so little. She rubbed her finger over his little nose. May I hold him? She timidly asks. I squint at her. Sure, sit here next to me. I told her scooting over a little. Keep your legs out straight and make sure you support his little head. Ma instructed her. He’s squirmy and squishy. She giggled. Have you named them yet? No, we haven’t decided on any names yet. I told her. May I suggest some names? Geneva asked. Sure, we could all the help we can get. Damien smiled. Okay, so for the girl, how ‘bout As