Terms Of Endearment Novels & Stories

I drawled as a matter-of-factly. She creased her face. “Why should the both of us do that when you can simply make it yourself,” she retorted. I smiled, trying to coax. “Look babe, I made breakfast for us, so why don't we make lunch together this time around?” She frowned at my words. “Babe? Is that like a new endearment? This is not the first time you've called me babe,” she reasoned. I nodded my head, wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her closer to my chest. “Yes. I think I love calling you that,” I voiced out. “Or don't you like the endearment?” I inquired.

"C'mon sweetie pie! Let's get you out of this tub so you can get dressed and eat." Raven's face scrunched up, "Sweetie pie?" "It's called an endearment." Timothy argued. "A horrible endearment." "What do you know about endearments? What you call an endearment is calling someone a bitch! And not the hot, kinky type of bitch either!" I hesitated, nervously glancing at Timothy and then Raven. Though I knew they wouldn't judge me because of my scars and naked skin, I still couldn't shake off the fear that they might do it. I'm insecure. Something I couldn't help but hoping to fix.

It wasn't like I had anything to give. The soft caress of his voice floated through my mind. "Baby." A sweet term of endearment, one that spoke of vulnerability and weakness. Everything I was in that moment. But, his single word wrapped around my psyche, promising me he could be strong enough for the both of us.

Perhaps I was different, and the glow after sex didn't work on me. I heard the door to the room unlocked. I darted to the door of the bathroom, locking it. “Artemis!” Sin called. It wasn't the first time he had called my name, but I preferred when he used endearments. I know it meant nothing to him. He was using the endearments to goad me, and he often did it with contempt. There was nothing sweet about the way he regularly called me whilst using the terms; Baby, Princess, darling, and the likes.

"It's not like you'll tell each and every one of them that you're married to me. You just have to act sweet, baby." "Baby?" He shot an eyebrow up. "You don't like that? How ‘bout love? Babe? Honey? Sweetie—" "Wait…" I lifted my arm and laughed without humor. "You're not serious with that, right?" He crossed his arms. "Look me in the eye and tell me I'm joking." I gasped and gritted my teeth. "Terrence, I'm not gonna call you using those…cheesy and stupid…endearment!" "I'm not forcing you but if they notice something that they shouldn't…say goodbye to your company."

No, we’re definitely not playing by the rules. He’d called me “babe,” for one thing. Terms of endearment are… Such a no-no in a scenario like this. Correct? Second… We’re being reactionary with each other, rather than paying close attention to the fertility testing and the monitoring that’s at our disposal, which can accurately alert us of the perfect time to copulate. And, hell… We’re not exactly “copulating” in a clinical sense.

“You’re getting the whole thing wrong, sweetheart” I cringed at his use of an endearment. I can never get used to that even if he says it to me a thousand times. It will only make me want to puke. “I’m not going to kill that bastard just because he took you. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to snuff the life out of him?”

I couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his antics. “You’re teasing me…” “It’s just too easy, my love.” The term of endearment all but slipped past my lips. I watched his small smile turn into a megawatt smile that lit up his entire smile. “My love?” He reached over the table and placed his hand in mine. “I quite like that one.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “I like it too.”

She'd been quiet through most of the conversation. "Come here, tesoro," he said, wanting to hold her in his arms again. She leaned into him, letting out a little sigh as she nestled her head beneath his chin. "Are you ever going to tell me what that means?" He stroked her hair, enjoying the feeling of her against him again. "It's an Italian endearment similar to 'sweetheart'," he told her. "But translated literally, it means 'treasure'." "Oh." She looked pleased by that, and her face darkened with a flush.

I can’t believe it’s easy for him to make me fall into his bed! "Are you hungry, honey?" he asks. I was stunned because of the endearment that he used. He called Eleanor a baby. He looked at me sweetly and smiled. "Do you prefer other endearments, hmm? What about you, darling? Sweetie or sweetheart? How about..." he halts. I raise my hand and stop him from teasing me more. "I stopped you because you made me feel happy. I feel like my heart will burst if you continue!" I exclaimed.