Sweet Name For Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Now that’s a compliment.” Ava leaned back and wrapped her arm around his neck. “If I don’t say it enough, you are an amazing lover, Chase.” “Same goes, sugar tits.” She laughed. “I know I shouldn’t consider that a term of endearment, but I do.” “You’re beautiful. Talented. Sexy. Smart. Sophisticated. Funny. Sweet.” He kissed the back of her neck. “Are those better terms of endearment?” She smiled against his throat. “Actually, I prefer sugar tits.”

he softly muttered and I grimaced upon hearing that endearment again. "I have a name and it’s not that damn sweetie. Stop calling me that," I spat out. I intently look at him and waited for his response. Later on, his forehead creased. "What? Oh, silly, that's my endearment for you," he then replied and he even smiled at me. Instead of rejoicing in what he said, I just frowned at it. Endearment, huh? That’s cliché! That is what he calls his girlfriend and then now for me as well?

he chuckled " I did no such thing" " really sweetheart" he asked. " is that my new nickname from you?" " what's that?, oh you mean ' sweetheart '. If you want it to be your nickname from me then it's done " " I think I also need a nickname for you. What if I call you ' my handsome jerk'" " I love it but why the 'jerk' though,why not something more like handsome boyfriend or handsome love or any sweet name girls like" he asked in wonder

“Then use a different word than escort. It’s degrading.” He smirked, the corner of his lips tugging upward. “Should I call you my girlfriend?” Heat coiled low in my stomach, my indignation clashing with the thrill his question brought. “Goddess, no. How about… partner? It’s vague, less triggering.” “Okay then, partner.” He smiled softly, flicking a finger across my forehead. I scrunched my nose. “You really like messing with me, don’t you?” “Every chance I get,” he admitted, eyes gleaming with mischief, though something softer flickered beneath it.

I really envy her… Her smiles can make a guy’s d**k arose immediately. It’s really fucking crazy… But she looks younger though… But wait oh; I thought I heard her calling him “SWEETIE” Sweetie?? What the fuck!! She finally got to where we were and immediately, she hugged him. What?? Is she is girlfriend or what?? Why the hug? Like…that’s nonsense… Gosh! so annoying and disgusting… “Sweetie, I missed you so much,’ she said hugging him tightly.

Isa huffed , "I really don't know what you're talking about Nolan." "Fine, I'll break it down for you, I want you to be my girlfriend." Nolan was flustered because he had no idea what her response would be. "What's a girlfriend?, I don't what it means, but I trust you." Isa replied as she played with the flowers on her dress. " You really don't know anything, do you?" Nolan said with a hint of frustration. "A girlfriend is like a ... 'friend friend', only with a lot of kisses and presents."

She is so warm and soft, she is making it hard for me to behave right now. She sighs into my chest. Just the heat of her breath starts to turn me on. The awareness of how close we are, and the fact June is only wearing my shirt and a pair of panties has my mind wandering to dirty things I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be thinking about my best friend right now... However, I'm not sure if 'best friend' quite covers what it is she is to me. 'Girlfriend' also seems inadequate. There has to be something more... My partner? Soul mate? I'm kinda liking the word wife...

“Though we will play, it won’t be all the time. I want to get to know you as well. Scarlett, I do hope you know that much.” “I still can’t believe this.” She said, “You can also call me Scar. Most people do.” “Well, most men who enter into this type of thing have better relationships with their baby’s then they do their wives.” He said chuckling. “you aren’t married, are you?” she asked as she looked up into his eyes.

"Oh how embarrassing! Did I really call you Baby?" "Dahlia. You never have to be embarrassed about being turned on. It made me feel like I was King of the world!" I kissed her lips, "And I liked the "Baby" part. I thought it was sweet." "Really?" She asked. "It didn't sound stupid coming from me?" "Farthest thing from stupid." I said. She hugged me tightly. "OK. So I guess that makes us Baby and Sweetheart. If that is not the most disgustingly sweet thing ever, I don't know what is." She laughed, kissed me, then leaned away. Looking over at me.

"I am guessing honey, darling, baby and babe are too generic for you?" I nod then take a sip of the champagne, trying to suppress a moan. "What about"—he breaks into a drumroll with his fingers against the steady table—"Candy?" I mull over it for a few seconds, over a sip of champagne, swishing it in my mouth. "Candy is all right." He beams at me. "What do you call me then?" I play with a bead on his bracelet—the marble, centre piece. "What about good ol' sweetheart?"