Terms Of Endearment Novels & Stories

I sarcastically replied. “I’m sorry,” he said. He then snuggled closer to me, as if seeking affection. I could feel his breath on my neck. Secretly, I couldn’t help but smile at his actions. I ran my fingers through his damp hair. I really like this side of him. Sweet and clingy. “Baby…” he whispered, using his usual term of endearment for me. “Hmm?” I responded. “Thank you.” I furrowed my brow. “Thank you for what?”

At the end of their dinner, Timothy suggested, "Michelle, I like you already." "Really?" Michelle flushed. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and said, "I like you a lot. You are very handsome. I liked you since the day we met at your father's office." "Why don't we call each other with an endearment," Timothy suggested. "Really? Sure," Michelle readily said. "What do you have in mind?" "Love. Call me Love, and I'll call you Love," Timothy proposed, and Michelle readily agreed.

"So satisfied. Always satisfied. Thank you, my love." "It's been a while since you called me that." "I am sorry, I don't mean to bully you!" "No, for some reason, I feel more comfortable when you call me that." Sebastian blinked, "Really? You're not angry? Aren't you usually mad when I use those endearing terms?" "Once upon a time, yes, but now I just feel more at ease. In fact, I'm uncomfortable when you call me by sweet names." "For example?" "Like dear, darling, honey, my wife, wifey, sexy, and so on."

she nodded to the driver before exiting. “Darling?” she raised an eyebrow as the car pulled away. “You don’t like the term of endearment? I’m sure I can think of others. What about sweetheart? Or love?” I offered. “L… love? Yeah, let’s not go with that.” she shook her head but was blushing ever so softly. “Of course, love.” I smiled. It was decided that’s what I was going to call her from now on.

I feel a bit bad, so I kiss his lips. “I’m sorry.” He grins at me, sending butterflies scattering in my stomach. It really is unfair that he is so gorgeous. “That’s ok. Good morning, my love.” “Morning, sweet cheeks,” I reply, chuckling. “Sweetcheeks?” He looks at me quizzically. “I’m trying to choose a term of endearment.” He laughs and proceeds to squeeze my bum. “These are sweet, while mine are…yeah, keeping looking.” I laugh as I nestle my face into his neck because I can’t get enough of his scent. I relax as he trails his hands up my naked body, sending jolts of electric energy to every place he touches.

The ex factor is usually eliminated in them though, it's kinda my getaway universe, sad thing is it's so parallel to the real thing, there's not even a common ground, not one. "Hey you, stay with me." She breathes against my chest, pulling me out of my head and back to her, her breath fanning my skin. It makes me smile, the kind that starts from somewhere deep inside and spreads out, reaching even my eyes. I can swear I feel my eyes glow with it, their first in a while. "I'm with you, baby....." The endearment is a change from my usual Jay or princess and I like the sound of it, the way it rolls of my tongue and the way it fits her so perfectly.

After saying that, she tilted her head for a moment, then said, “If it were ancient times, I would definitely call you ‘sweetheart’. But now, no one uses that term anymore, and since we are pretending to be a couple rather than husband and wife, how about I call you ‘darling’, and you call me 'darling' as well?” After saying this, Vera breathed rapidly. She was blushing as she watched Charlie, afraid he would refuse or be displeased. Charlie didn't think much of it. They were pretending to be a couple, after all, and they were even wearing couple outfits. It was normal for the terms of endearment to be a bit cheesy. Besides, if they were a couple, it didn't se

"I think we should have an endearment." "Huh? What endearment are you saying?" "Like, my love or babe. I don't want you to just call me by name." She heaved a sigh and thought for a while before speaking again. "How about, Bubby?" "Bubby?" "Yeah. I think it's sounds cute. It's like, babe and baby in the same word. What do you think?" I nodded my head. "Alright then, let's have that as our endearment."

Indignation overtook Meg as she struggled to remain calm. "I never gave you hope," she continued, her voice laden with regret. "I never invited you into my room. I woke up and you were there, as if you had a right over my body and my life. That's not love, William, that's possession, that's a power game you're playing." William looked at her for a moment, his eyes full of disdain. "Love is a luxury that few can have. And an orphan like you, with no family or last name, would never find a better match. You'd better be grateful for this opportunity and stop playing hard to get."

Julian suddenly tilted his head and asked her, “What did you just call me?” Nora was stunned for a moment and replied, “My dear. What’s wrong?” Julian nodded and said, “I quite like it.” Nora was dumbfounded. ‘Does he think that this is a term of endearment?’ She hurriedly explained, “This is a title that is commonly used nowadays. You can refer to anyone as ‘my dear’.” When Julian heard that she could call anyone ‘my dear’, his expression instantly turned gloomy. Nora covered her mouth and kept silent as soon as she saw his appearance. She waited silently for Benjamin to come down.