Romans & histoires Iu Dear Name

"I mean for someone who was named Romance at birth, he sure is lacking it!" I froze. "Your name is Romance?" I asked incredulously. "So now you're talking to me?" Roman mindlinked. "Don't flatter yourself, I'm keeping up appearances, Romance!" I mindlinked back. "Don't call me that!" He whisper-shouted down the link. "I'll call you whatever I want!" I replied. "Yup." Darius chuckled. "Roman is short for Romance in his case." "May the Moon Goddess answer my prayers over him. I've been lighting candles at the Temple. I think you should too on his behalf." Thurah said.

Livvy ran her fingers through Jordane’s hair. “We’re stuck, Jadie. You are the Alpha’s daughter, and I’m the granddaughter of the great Mauri, one of the seven councilors.” Jordane blew out an exasperated sigh. “What would you do if you find your mate tonight, Liv? Are you…?” Jordane couldn’t finish her sentence. The words got stuck in her throat. Livvy licked and smacked her lips loudly, shimmying sexily in the mirror. She winked at Jordane, teasing her friend.

Yes." Keira nodded and gave a soft giggle when she saw a strange aunt standing next to her. "My goodness, that's so cute! Little cutie, tell auntie, what's your name?" Judi Dench happily asked out loud, she half squatted in front of Keira, full of eyes are unable to hide the love. "Hello auntie, my name is Keira Wright,"

"Also, you can introduce yourself to Isaac properly if you want. I won't be bothered." "I don't deserve that kind of thing. He is already happy so, that's enough for me." She let go of me. "Alright. Give Aunt a hug too, Isaac." He quickly gave me a hug and pulled away before waving at me. "Bye." I waved back. "Bye." "By the way," Mrs. Dobre began, "my name is Elaine." I blinked in surprise. "What?" "You think I wouldn't notice that you forgot my name?" She laughed. "You might be a popular actress but your face is so easy to read."

"Darling!" Dorothy smiled. "I still have quite a bit of time, so I want to leave this place to our sons! Since I'm having twins, one of them has to take my last name. My family has only women left after all. I even thought of a name already. I’ll call him… Dex Assex." "Dicks? You mean like… down there? Well, it's your choice!" "It's spelled D. E. X. Oh my god." "Alright then."

Matteo prompts. “Is Quinn your name?” I wondered a little too loud. Matteo chuckles but sobered quickly. “Yes. Quinn is my name. I know it’s impossible for an Italian to have any other name that a cultured one. I was surprised my mom named me that. She said it was from an actor she loved from a movie growing up,” Matteo sneers at the end and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He muttered beneath his breathe how his father had been so in love with his mother to dare give him another name.

I was surprised to see that most of them were dressed in their casual clothes, not maid or guard uniforms. “Good afternoon everyone,” I started, “my name is Aubree, well now Luna Aubree, I’m sorry my husband had to leave us an emergency came up.” I lied, and while some bought the lie, the rest whispered, which I wasn’t interested in as I knew whatever they were saying were not nice things.

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, as if my name meant something to him. “I’m Elijah.” The name sent a ripple of recognition through me, but I couldn’t place it. It felt familiar, like something I should know, but in my haze of alcohol and pain, I couldn’t grasp it. “You’re a Beta’s mate, aren’t you?” His question was soft, but it cut through me like a knife. I stiffened, my grip tightening around the glass. “How do you know that?”

I slowly reached for it, my fingers brushing his for the briefest second. I pulled it back quickly, almost like I had been burned. I looked down at the card. Zayn Kane. My breath caught slightly. So that was his name. Zayn. It didn’t feel like it belonged to an ordinary person. “What is this for?” I asked quietly. “If anything goes wrong,” he said, “you call me.” My brows furrowed slightly. “Anything?” “Yes.” I let out a small, uncertain breath. “That sounds a bit dramatic,” I tried to joke softly.

I keep on insisting for years, before he finally agreed, and then- “What is your name?” I was snapped out of my train of thought by Ruby. She stood in front of me, waiting for me to reply. I bent down so I could be at her height “Hi, princess my name is Anika” I said. She nodded her head “you are really pretty, like a princess” she said and I shook my head “no, you are the real life Princess Ruby. No one is as pretty as you” She twiddled with her fingers looking bashful “I see why my brother likes you so much”