Terms Of Endearment Novels & Stories

"I'm sure you say that to all the girls." Marcus laughs. "Not quite, sweetheart." "You know, some people use that word as a term of endearment," I say, my hand stroking him lazily. "You make it sound like an insult." "You take it whichever way you want, darlin'," he says. "I don't know whether to be annoyed or turned on." "Now, I've definitely heard that before," he says, smiling as he reaches between my legs. "I'd say turned on is more accurate."

He asked, a small smirk on his face as he watched me. “First of all, I am not some bird and I would appreciate it if you would stop calling me that” He smiled, like really smiled at me his eyes lighting up, before speaking up, “No one ever said you were a bird, Blake” “Well, the name says so” I shrugged. “It is just an endearment, birdie,” He said simply, his attention going back to his meal but the butterflies in my belly seemed to be working on their own accord. “An endearment? Thought endearments are for when we have company?” I asked, keeping my face neutral, that Julian can never know he has even the slightest effect on me.

The endearment that he went by instinct. How was that possible? He has been calling her mi amore the moment they crossed paths, which is in English term my love. If he recalled it well, he went by that endearment because his interest was piqued by that woman. He thought he would love how that woman would dance on his palm. But look where it brought him… Falling so deep in love with her.

"We should think of a good endearment." "Endearment? I thought we're just going to call each other, babe?" I frowned. "That's sexy, but too common. I know a lot of couple broke up with that same endearment." "Alright, then what shall we call each other then?" "Hmm. How about, honey? Or maybe sweetheart?" "Isn't that common too? How about pumpkin?" My eyes widened when he said that. I put my glass down and started laughing out loud. "Pumpkin?! Where did you even get that? That is so childish!"

As long as it is not some kind of weird world, and then I have Ezra here with me, I’m all good. “Where are we going?” I ask as he stands behind me, starting to undo the ties of the corset. “This thing has way too many buttons,” he laments. I chuckle lowly because he was actually getting it done, I can already feel my waist and ribs thanking me for it. “And it is for your introduction as my mate and future luna.” My heart soared at the sound of that. I loved when he called me that, ‘My mate’. I don’t know if it is only me but it just feels more intimate, more personal than babe or any other terms of endearments.

He repeated, “He likes you. He calls you sweetheart. When was the last time you heard anyone calling you that?” I felt my heart skip a beat. Andy was right. I had not heard the endearment sweetheart said to me since our parents’ deaths. James was the first since then. Andy had never referred to me as sweetheart. Even though deep down we loved each other dearly as siblings, I was simply Mia to him, and he was just Andy to me. It was just that using any endearment words between us was weird. More so, however, it was painful because the words such as sweetheart, honey, darling, dear, pumpkin, etc. reminded us of our beloved, dead parents.

she muttered sarcastically. He let out a surprised yelp and gave her a quick glance. “Hey, I’m driving. Save the flirtatious banters for later.” Audrey wanted to bury her face in her palms and groan. “Are you going be this annoying the entire time we’re going to establish your story?” “It’s our story. So, what is your choice of endearment? I’d be okay with ‘baby’, ‘babe’, ‘sweetheart.’ I think I’d be happy if you call me ‘darling.’" He was rambling like a kid writing down his Christmas wishes.

I added. "But why would you call your wife a hatchling?" he asked in confusion. Hearing his words, Macan and I burst out laughing, realizing his point. "Sorry, bro. I didn't know why either," Macan replied, trying to calm himself as he briefly explained, "It's just a custom there to use some endearing words to call your lover or partner," while helping me dress up. "There are also other terms you can use, like honey, darling, sweet cake, and more," I added.

"Gideon… there's someone." He slowly let go of me. I felt relieved. But then Gideon took my hand. "What do we call each other?" "Huh?" I said, stopping myself from taking away my hand. I couldn't be rude to him. "Endearment, Bianca?" He pursed his lips. "Do we have one?" Endearment? Oh. You call me a bitch and I call you a devil. My lips parted. "N-no. We don't have one. We simply call each other by our name."

“Baby, please.” It was the first time she’d ever used an endearment and he liked it. He liked it a hell of a lot. He’d never considered himself a man who wanted his woman to call him cutesy names. He himself had never used them with another woman. But with Bethany, the words came so easily. Affectionate terms that slipped from his lips before he even knew they were coming. “Say it again,” he said huskily. She lifted her head, her eyes soft with love and warmth. “Say what?”