Terms Of Endearment Novels & Stories

"Not tonight. I just want to sleep alone, K." "K? Is that like a term of endearment?" A weird, happy tone filled his words, and her stomach sank. It does sound like a term of endearment. Shit. "I think I’m just lazy and didn’t want to put effort into your name, Ethan." "How endearing." His big palms slipped around her as his head settled low against her back. The trimmed beard made her spine arch against the tickling feel of it.

I tensed by the mere thought. "No!" she quickly replied, " you didn't, it's just that it was too much pleasure, I was overwhelmed.". And the information made me feel proud and happy, I gave her lips a sweet kiss, a kiss that was replenished with all my love for her. "I love you, Iris." "I love you too Mr.Handsome," she said smiling in the kiss. Mr. Handsome was the first ever endearment she gave me. She uses it rarely, maybe that's why it's one of my favorites.

She said teasingly and I know that she can see the distaste in my face whenever she would call me boyfie. "I think I have one favour that you would do to make it up for me." I said my hand slid down to her waist and squeezed it lightly. She stared at me and waited for me to proceed. "We could settle with other endearments like babe, hon, or anything else other than boyfie." "I knew it!" She laughed. "I was just teasing you with that." She added as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "You have a good name, and I would rather call you Lucas than everything else." She said.

“Please, babe, if she doesn’t get help, she’s going to drop out. She’s smart, and she works hard. I know she’ll be great. Just… do this for me. Please?” His eyes narrowed slightly. “What did you just call me?” I smiled sweetly, stepping a little closer. “Babe. Sweetheart. Honeybunch. Please, babe, help her.” He smirked, wrapping his arms around me. “I didn’t catch that, Princess. Say it again?” I laughed as I looped my arms around his neck, leaning in. “My love. My darling. Sweetheart. Babe. Teddy, please…” That got him, he laughed, low and warm, the way he only did when I completely melted him.

He hated that name so badly. "Don't you dare call me that again okay. Why are you so poor at endearment? I would prefer you called me Darling," her eyes widened, she wasn't expecting that. His unimpressed expression turned to his signature smirk. She scoffed. "Or sweetheart," "Delinquent!" "What?! Of course that doesn't work." "Of course it wouldn't, endearment adds to your cockiness, I wouldn't want you to go insane already." She teased.

He had never used such a casual name for me before… especially such an intimate one. I'd always been Cassandra… and once or twice he had called me Cassie. But never “babe”. He shrugged, “I thought I'd better start using endearments since we're meant to be a happily married couple.” “And you chose babe?” He shrugged again, “babe today, my love tomorrow. We'll cycle through them until we find one that feels natural.” I couldn't help but laugh at the craziness of it all. “Alright, babe. Shall we go?”

Why not just 'darling'? Yaslyn was speechless. 'Is he still obsessing over this naming issue?!' "Let's not focus on that for now. Think about how we can arrange a meeting with Yerick." "I think it's quite significant." "Can you not be so childish, Xoan?" Xoan, with a composed expression, replied, "This isn't being childish. It's a normal term of endearment between couples. You shouldn't call me Xoan."

“See you soon, Shanna!” “Thank you so much, Derek!” “Don’t mention it,” he said, then gave me a kiss before heading out the door. “…are you alone now?” she asked. “Yes.” “Okay, for real: how was he?” I sighed blissfully. “Incredible.” She squealed on the other end. “Oooh, I’m so jealous! You bitch!” “Hey!” “It’s a term of endearment. Tell me everything – I want length, girth, duration, kinky fetishes, everything.”

Her voice trembled with agony as she spoke, and he could only offer a gentle reply. "How could I possibly do something like that? You are my beloved," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "You, my dear, hold the most profound influence over my existence." It dawned on him that the endearing term he had always used for her, 'beloved', had failed to register in her consciousness. However, in this moment, the word finally penetrated her mind, and she comprehended its meaning.

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?