Scaramouche Name Ideas Novels & Stories

His grin spreads wider “Come on, tutor me already, sweetheart. I am not here for flirty insults, I have alot of things to do.” “I’m not flirting.” My voice rises a bit too much, earning a few shushes from nearby students... I drop my voice to a hiss. “And stop calling me sweetheart.” He shrugs, smirking again “Would you prefer baby girl then? Or maybe princess would do? Or Ice queen? Your choice sweetheart.” he winked. I slam my pen down,this guy is really good at annoying me “Scarlet....My name is Scarlet.” “Fine Princess Scarlet.” He rolls the name around his tongue like it’s a curse.... “Now teach me, nefore I fail out of Organic Chem and get benched for the season.”

“I always liked you, Foxy, and he put his arms around me and kissed my neck.” “Thank god I didn’t let any of the fools back home mark me. Then I wouldn’t be able to sit here with you.” He smiled at me and stroked my back. Beth returned with some coffee for us, giving us a cute smile and a wink but said nothing about me sitting in his lap. “so what name are you going for, Foxy? I mean, what do you want to be called. “Call me Scar. It’s my mother’s nickname; her name was Scarlett.

"Every third wolf is named Luna." "Fine. What's your suggestion?" "Something strong. Traditional. Royal." "Boring, you mean," Kieran says. They start arguing. I keep organizing. Sort tiny socks. Fold onesies. Arrange everything perfectly. "What about Alexander?" Damon suggests. "For a boy. Strong. Classic. Royal." "Alexander Thorne." Kieran tests it. "Not bad. But what if it's a girl?" "Victoria." "Absolutely not. Too stuffy." "You're too stuffy."

I rolled my eyes with a smile. That's it! "Peaches! What if we call our daughter Peach? Peach or Peaches?" He grinned at my suggestion. "I didn't mention it for nothing," he winked. Know-it-all. "We can call the girl Peaches and the boy…? Don't even think about calling him Snicklefritz Snookums," I burst into laughter, I was so going to say that. "Okay, what about Kai? You know, as in Cai? I want the boy to have something related to your name. So Peaches and Kai?"

said Scarlett. "Did you tell that girl about your name and my name too why do we live in this village?" asked Grazia, she narrowed her eyes. "No," Scarlett said, shaking her head. "Well done, Georgia. You are smart and reliable," concluded Garzia. "Earlier I introduced myself to Irene with the name Scarlett and your name is Samantha," said Scarlett. "It's best that way, you don't reveal your true identity to your new friends." said Garzia. "Mother, I'm thirsty and hungry. Let's eat," Scarlett asked, her tone spoiled to irritate Garzia.

Kim chuckled and then—just a little too casually—asked, “So… what’s her name going to be?” Kc and Valeria exchanged a glance. Valeria raised her eyebrows in a “should we?” gesture. Kc nodded, lips twitching. “Tell him.” Valeria’s eyes sparkled as she turned back to Kim. “We’re naming her…” She paused for dramatic flair, making him lean in a little. “.Celeste Skye Page.” Kim blinked. Then blinked again. "Wait—Celeste Skye? Are you trying to get this kid to sound like a perfume or a star cluster?"

a small voice sounded from behind me. “Who are you?” I asked, staring at a girl with curly red hair cut short on her shoulders. The first thing my eyes noticed was the size of her boobs. They are easily twice the size of mine, with a small waist and wide hips. I blinked at her, wondering how the hell I did not notice her from the beginning. “Name’s Scarlet, but you can call me Scar,” she smiled and I smiled back. Her name suits her, though I wondered why she chose to go by the name Scar.

She yelled. "You can't blame me for wanting a special name for my baby." I muttered. "There are so many special names! Well, you have me now. What about Voldemort?" I looked at her waiting for her to laugh at the joke but she kept a straight face. "You're joking, right?" "Of course not! I like the name, it's cute." She glared at me like I just stole her firstborn child. "Well, I obviously don't like it." "Okay, what about Brogan, Talon, Chardonnay, Neo, Brent, Luigi, Carlo, Smith, Thomas, Robert?"

We get finished at the doctor’s office and decide to get dessert to celebrate and Cora tells us that she’ll meet up with us later. We walk around the town and find this cute little cupcake shop and I ask, “So, what are we going to do for the middle name?” Donovan shrugs, “That depends, do we want to do another name to honor someone?” My face scrunches up as I think. The names of the others I’m close enough to want to name a kid after. Aubrey, Katy, Cora… Violet Aubrey, Violet Katy, or Violet Cora… none of those sound right.

“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