Terms Of Endearment Novels & Stories

Although I questioned the possibility of people being able to do that, I couldn’t discount it. Although Marc called me ‘dear’ and ‘my love’ more often that I could count, I didn’t take it seriously. There were plenty of people in the world who used those terms of endearment frivolously. I can’t tell you how many times a waitress or a store clerk called me ‘dear’ or ‘honey’. Normally, I found it annoying and had to hold back from blurting out, “I’m not your honey!”, but, with Marc, I didn’t mind. In fact, it actually felt nice to hear those over used terms of endearment coming from him. Once he was certain that I was settled

Just being Labeebah Sheriff. "He says he'll come on Thursday. He has an opening at twelve. Is that fine by you dear?" I nod with a smile. I see where my mom and Ma got their love endearments from. My mom used to call me all sorts of endearment in Hausa, Yoruba, English. She praised me without sparing, never holding back one encouragement.

His eyes met hers at the mirror again and this time, there was a light smile on his face, his amber eyes that had held fury moments ago, tender upon hers. "I love you, Baby." "I love you too, Honey." She responded with her little smile. It was the first time she was using an endearment with him and the word had rolled off her tongue like it had always been there. She was overwhelmed by his love for her, the way he had declared it to Cassy. Michael caught onto her endearment and his smile broadened. "Thank you, Mr. Ray." Inara told him as Zee leaned into her.

He said making her heart skip from the endearment he used on her. "Did you just..." She hiccuped. Somehow he always found a way to make her nervous around him, either from his words or his touch. "Call me something like baby or my love or sweetheart, you know call me something better," He said with a glint of smile on his face. Ella coughed, trying to supress her laughter. "You can laugh you know, no need to choke yourself," Francis said with a smug look. "We are not even dating yet you want me to use an endearment on you? Seriously?" She scoffed, folding her arms underneath her breast.

Just a calm one, a calm silence where each of us appreciates the beauty of the moon night scenery. A few minutes later, Dion broke the serenity between us as he softly speaks the words, "This is a perfect place for a very important event in your romance life, don't you think, sweetheart?" Unconsciously, I painted a small smile on my lips when I heard him call me 'sweetheart' again, the endearment he's now using to me. For some reason, I wasn't bothered by the endearment like how I used to. Perhaps I am being used to it as well? Yea, maybe that's it.

“Anything for you, babe.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Babe?” she asked because it was the first time I was using an endearment term for her. “What? You don't like it?” I playfully raised my eyebrows at her. “What about Honey? or Sweetie?” She smiled and shook her head. “Babe is fine. I just have to start getting used to it.” I caressed her cheeks. “We will go at your pace.” She nodded and stood from the bed. “I should get ready.”

So we were sneaking around for now. “Why is he overworking my puppy?” I cooed, rubbing his chin. Ian rolled his eyes and created distance between us. “I told you not to call me that.” He sighed. “I am not a dog.” “What?” I asked, leaning closer. “It’s just a nickname.” “You can literally just call me baby too!” He exclaimed. “I don’t know.” I started. “Using baby as a term of endearment is too generic.” I cringed.

Pink tint coated her cheeks as she beamed, “Thank you, babe. You look dapper yourself.” “Babe” The term of endearment that she started calling me about a year into our relationship. I was quite taken aback, albeit in a good way the first time she called me by the pet name, as I never thought she'd be the one to use something like that. As much as I liked her calling me “daddy,” hearing her call me “babe” in that soft voice of hers never failed to make me warm inside. “Shall we?” I asked, intertwining our hands.

“So, ‘Darling’. Is this a common thing? Do I get a list?” Panic made my tongue clumsy. “It’s just a pack thing! A greeting. You know, like ‘baby’, or ‘honey’, or… darling.” I was digging the hole deeper with every word, listing off endearments like an idiot. I felt a fierce blush scorch my entire face and neck. “It doesn’t mean anything special!” He was quiet for a moment, and I could picture him, that infuriatingly knowing look on his face. “Baby. Honey. Darling,” he repeated slowly, as if tasting the words. “I like them.”

I raise my brows at her. “I was really hungry, baby,” she replies, and something in me melts. It’s the first time she’s used that endearment. It feels surprisingly soothing. Everything she says or does, I fall for it hard. Fuck! She does a kind of spell on me. Seriously, I used to find this endearment so cringe. “What did you say?” I ask, grabbing her arms and leaning closer to her. “That I was hungry.” She teases me, her eyes shining.