Sexy Last Names Novels & Stories

“Who is Celeste?” Maverick tossed a blood-streaked file onto the table with a force that made the papers flutter, their contents now written in urgency. “Her name wasn’t even Celeste. Real identity: Silvia Mareaux. Former heiress to the Mareaux shipping empire. Disgraced after being caught in a massive inheritance fraud – blamed the Montroses and the Crests for exposing her. She vanished years ago.”

“Tell Julian which ones you like best, baby. While I fuck you nice and deep.” Another moan slipped out as I tried to focus. “I… I like Leo and Luna,” I panted, nodding. “And Evelyn… oh fuck, Zach—” Julian smiled, his eyes dark with heat even as he kept the conversation going. “Darling, Zach isn't among the names I mentioned, so Luna and Leo it is, then. Or we could do something nature-inspired—River and Rowan. What do you think, Lexi?” “Yes,” I whispered, then louder as pleasure spiked, “Yes—those are good too.” My walls clenched around Zach’s thick cock, the pressure building impossibly fast.

My heart felt like a weight in my chest. "What the hell?" Sarah exclaimed. I was at a loss for words at the sight in front of me. "SEBASLIE.LOVERS." Sarah read aloud. "Sharing the best and cutest photos of Sebastian Harrison and his publicist, Leslie King. Hash tag forever sebaslie." "It has almost 2000 followers." Darcy said. "But it's on private..." Sarah said, fighting a smile. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she pointed to the left of the screen.

“Then, I’m going to be the first one to change that rule!” “No can do.” “Then, put my surname along with yours.” Mateo raised an eyebrow, “Hm? Ingvar Vasileiou Katsaros. Isn’t it too long?” “Isn’t it easy? Just remove your surname.” Mateo shook his head, “Fine. Let him be the first one to have the longest name in our family book.” Carissa rolled her eyes and mumbled, “I still think that Iah or Thoth is better…” Mateo snorted, “It’s weird.”

"14 truths and a dare, then." "Who is the sexist person here?" I read another one. The mates gave each others' names. Of course, they would. I answered Hazel, so did Declan and Ushi. "Since Amelia is not here, I am going with Luna," Duncan confessed. Damn! That was five out of the fifteen who thought Hazel was sexy and she was. "That question is mine," Chastity stated. The next question was who had the nicest butt and again Hazel won. That question was asked by Gerard.

Harvey nodded in understanding and smiled even more warmly, "Yes, not only men dislike age comparisons, but women too. I know. Thank you for reminding me of that." "No problem," Sebastian replied while secretly caressing his wife's back. It was evident to anyone that Tera was tense and irritated by the conversation. "But, you're right, Seb. Tera is the most beautiful Vic -Masson I know. Even Teressa and Tamara can't compare to her." "Vic -Masson?" Tera murmured. "Yes, you're the most beautiful one," Mr. Harvey answered, oblivious to Tera's paling face. Instead, he turned to Sebastian, "So, is this the bargain, or what?"

Only if you had known what type of influence your last name has. As Richie took another drag from his cigarette, his thoughts rifted to her lineage. ‘Valeria MacKarthy. The heiress to the Brazillian business lord’s empire. Only her name is capable of stirring the storm in the business world. And that silly woman had no idea of her origin.’

Her smile, God, that smile, was too wide, too polished, a mask hiding something vicious beneath. “Finally,” she whispered, her voice wrapping around the room like silk laced with poison. Her eyes flicked to Julian first, glinting with a familiarity that made my stomach turn. “The infamous Julian Blackwell. Protector. Lover. Liar.” Julian’s body went rigid, every muscle taut like a bowstring. “Celeste,” he said her name like a curse, voice low enough to scrape against the silence. Her gaze slid to me, and the smile deepened, crueler now. “And Aria. The prize. The weakness. The reason he’s unraveling.”