Sexy Last Names Novels & Stories

he ask instead of insisting about Celeste Cortezi. I press my lips together. Where is that question coming from? He is Zacharias Eron and I am Sain's wife of course I would know. "I don't think I would be surprise if you called me Selena Castania" I reply in a matter-of-fact tone. What's with this man? He is getting weird in my eyes. Why does it's a big deal that I know his whole name? Isn't that something normal? His name is Zacharias Eron, what's wrong with that?

While listening to them, I pretend to be putting on make-up. "Wait, isn't this Haru Konstello from Silvenia company?" the other girl asked. I came to a halt for a moment, waiting for the girl to respond. Please decline. "He is, indeed. We met at a bar last night, but he kept moaning about another girl's name while we were having sex "My eyes widened as the girl pouted. Moaning about the other girl's name? "Can you tell me the name of the girl?" "Selena. With that name, he keeps moaning. It hurts a lot because it isn't my name."

“It’s not that simple, Sarah. I have to take care of Andy.” She rolled her eyes. “For all I know, you’re really still stuck on Evander. No offense, but from the very start, you guys didn’t suit each other.” I frowned, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “What do you mean by that?” “Well, you’re Julia Johnson,” she started off. “And he’s Evander Cassiel Astor. Even your names don’t match!” “Hey, my name’s pretty!” I defended. “It is,” she said. “Pretty common! Even your last name is the second most common last name in the entire country.”

She was the first person to actually ask me. "My name is Kayla," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "Kayla Robinson." One of the twins at the end of the table spoke up. "Wasn't that the name of your last girlfriend, Damien?" That was Leo. His brother Finn, Marcus’s second son, shook his head. "No, I think her name was Keisha." "No way," Leo said, sounding bored. "I don't think Damien dates black girls." Sadie, who was sitting on the other side of Damien, did a spit take. She didn't even have water in her mouth, but she choked on air. When she finished coughing, she wiped her mouth and smirked.

I lied. My cousins looked confused but a knowing look passed around the rest of my family. I could only hope that the kids would keep quiet. The twins were identical and looked just like there father while Marie was spitting image of her mom, Sabrina. All of them were good, sweet kids. "Saga, Serena, Sasha, Skye, Sabrina and Sally? What was your mother's name?" Nick grinned. "Selena" I deadpanned. "Of course." he chuckled.

"Don't worry; half of the women here are as fake as fake can get. Don't let them get to you. You're name is?" "-mah names is, what? Mah names is, who? Slim Shadeh!" Sarah rapped as she flushed the toilet and opened the stall door. Maxine began cracking up. "Sorry, apparently my friend can't hold her liquor either. Leslie King, by the way." Maxine raised her eyebrows at me "Ah! I've heard a lot about you! Publicist for Sebastian Harrison?" "Garret Harrison now, but soon will be Sebastian Harrison." She nodded "I see. Well it seems as if my father and Sebastian are getting along just fine."

I said. "You love us," Maya said. "Tell us everything." "There's nothing to tell." "Liar." "We had a lovely trip. Paris was beautiful. He had his meetings, we explored, it was nice." The three of them stared at me with varying expressions of disbelief. "Nice," Judy repeated. "Very nice." "Elena Gabrielle Wayne…" "We're not doing middle names…" "You came back from PARIS looking like that and all you have to say is nice?" I picked up my bag and walked toward the back room. "I have work to do."

Mrs Elena gritted, if eyes could kill, hers would kill me this moment. “Let me remind you of my name, my name is Inaya Seraphina Valentino, daughter of Miss Halle browns and Justice Valentino, I’m married to Beckham Marcel Henderson, I believe you know the families those names came from and you dare to mess with me?” I couldn’t even believe I had to introduce myself,

and techniques. And you must be wondering, why I was hiding in a bathroom stall, eavesdropping on the queen bees talk about their sex lives? Then let me introduce myself, my name is Akira Sanders, pen name Miss.OG (short for orgasm) and I'm the best erotic romance writer in Imphal, a small town near Montana.

The day for the gala finally came. It was a luxurious event. Lilian watched as the elites of society trooped in. They were surely loaded. She was able to nick a press pass from an unsuspecting journalist and brought a camera and a notebook. She had to look at the part. She entered the hall and was almost blown away by how glorious it looked. Her folks would never have dreamed of being here. Everything was beautiful. The drinks were expensive, the food was made by the best chefs and the decorations looked like gold. It was all bling. She found a corner and settled herself in and kept watch. Rich people were always careless. A drink was offered to her and she drank in silence, peering through