Scaramouche Name Ideas Novels & Stories

I asked her. She even called Charlotte as Scarlet which means only one thing the more I think about it. Damon was my name, the name I had when I was cursed back then along with Scarlet. But I do know that she is probably also trying to get into my head. “Are you scared about what I might tell you?” she asked me, and I smiled. “Not really, I don’t need to know what happened centuries ago to know the truth that you are the villain” I said.

‘My brother has gotten away with many things, but he’s never provoked anyone even remotely his equal before, and I daresay that I am a reasonable enough match for him. I startle, staring at the back of Canus’s head. He wants to go for it. He wants Scintilla to give him enough excuse to declare war. Scintilla and I glance at each other, and I can tell from the determination in her gaze that she understands what Canus is implying, and that she wants the same thing. ‘Acies,’ Scintilla decides. ‘I want her to be named Acies.’ Acies. Feminine noun; fifth declension. Sharpness; point. The vanguard of a line of battle. It’s as fitting a name as any, I suppose.

“Chichi…” Gael huffs a laugh. “You would know which is which wouldn’t you?” “A mother’s intuition.” Arabella mutters as she continues to gaze down upon them. “What should their names be?” “Last name is Laurent, correct? Or do you want them to have your last name?” Gael asks. “Yours. I like Laurent better.” Arabella purses her lips before she grins. “Chacha is Hazel Eloise Laurent.” “A middle name?” Gael jokes.

Ingrid asks Gabby. “We are going back and forth. She is a bit thickheaded,” Jacob complains. “We want to combine our names and give it something like Carjacaba,” Carl explains. “I don’t like it,” Gabby whines. “It’s like you want our son to be picked on relentlessly.” “What about Rocco?” Ari asks from just outside their group. “I mean it’s not all the letters, but it’s some of them.” Everyone stares at her as she keeps her distance.

I said, my voice taking on a teasing tone, "we need to think of some backup names too, just in case." Valerie laughed, the sound like music to my ears. "Oh, really? Do you have any other suggestions, Mr. Name Expert?" I grinned, leaning back against the couch and pretending to ponder deeply. "Well, for a girl, how about something unique and strong? Like... Athena?" "Athena?" Valerie repeated, a smile tugging at her lips. "Goddess of wisdom and warfare? Are you planning on raising a warrior princess, Ares?" "Maybe," I said, winking at her. "She'd have to take after her mother, after all. Smart, strong, and incredibly beautiful."

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.”

The place was candlelit and already smelled like heaven. He pulled my chair out for me, sat across the table, and didn’t stop smiling. “So, name ideas?” I laughed, sipping the mocktail they placed in front of me. “Already? We just found out.” “Yes. Because I want to be prepared. Boy or girl. No cliches. Something strong.” “You mean like Titan or something?” He laughed. “No! I mean something elegant but meaningful. What about Layla?” “I like Layla.” “Or Elias for a boy. You know, something that sounds like he could be CEO at birth.”

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.

“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.”

He caressed her soft golden curls and remarked, "My kids are all going to look like Charlotte, I think." "It's my genes," Charlotte claimed. "No, it's because Liam loves you so much your children are looking more like you," Scarlett suggested. She looked down at her granddaughter and asked, "So, what's the little girl's name?" "Wouldn't it be nice for her to have a name that sounds like Ssssss?" Scarlett proposed. "You know, if you remember the important people in your life? Who would you name one of your children to? Ssss." Scarlett looked around, saying, "Someone close to you. Sscc."