Bloody Mary Nickname Novels & Stories

“He’s the bartender from the previous club where I loved partying. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in bartenders.” Soon enough, the bartender brought their drinks and placed the glasses before them. Anna stared at the contents of the drink, wondering what on earth it was. She’d never seen it before. “What the hell is this?” “Bloody Mary.” “Weird name. What is that?” “A drink. You’re going to love it. You see this place, you better come here often and get a membership. I have a feeling that this place is going to soon get more crowded than it already is. Come closer I’ll tell you something.”

I admit. “Admitting that makes you sound like a lush.” Cahir comments. “I like bloody mary’s and I don’t see a problem with that.” I snark. “I have a feeling what the rest of us put in a bloody mary and what you add are much different.” Rowan adds.

I mumbled to him, starting on the Bloody Mary before he could say anything else. Buffy chimed in with, "Coward." Yes, because risking him recognizing me was such a brilliant idea, I retorted in my thoughts. "So, what's your name?" he asked, noticing my lack of a name tag. Without thinking, I simply pointed at his drink. He chuckled, and I wished I had the strength to say that his laughter didn't send my stomach into chaos. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Mary," he said, finishing his drink. "Wow," he praised, "that's probably the best Bloody Mary I've had in a long time." The smile that followed was as breathtaking as his voice.

My blood starts boiling. "Hey, Logan," I say with a frown. "What's Up, Nick?" The bastard replies with an arrogant smirk on his face. "That's Alpha Nick to you," I reply with a frown. "You are not Alpha yet, anyway. See you later, beautiful," The moron says and reaches and kisses her on the cheek. What the actual fuck? Since when are they so friendly? A low growl vibrates from my chest, and I see Mariah roll her eyes. Did she just fucking roll her eyes at me?

Rhi had a fake nervous smile plastered on her face. Levi closed his eyes and sighed. "Fu.cking witches." "Technically, I'm a werewolf." Rhi looked over to my brother. "Ready, Blue?" Fafnir raised a brow as he looked over at Cerulean. "Blue?" My brother shrugged his shoulders. "It's not what you think. It's the nickname she gave me back when we met because of my name. Kind of like how Rieka is Rhi and Roxanne is Roxie." Blue held open his arms so Roxie could jump up onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Marybeth and the waitstaff were the only young ones here, and she could almost see the place doubling up as a venue for Bridge or Bingo Nights— "Bravo!" Estelle clapped her hands, forcing Marybeth's attention back to their table. "I've got to hand it to you for your outstanding performance at the Hawthorne manor. Apparently, you're quite the gunslinger; you even put Rambo and Chuck Norris to shame!" A scornful sound shot through Marybeth's lips despite doing her absolute damnedest to remain calm by biting the inside of her cheek. She knew the matriarch was trying to goad her, and she refused to fall into her trap.

“Sorry, ladies, the Fox of Bay Street has her claws firmly set in the Wolf of Bay Street. He’s off the market and the wolf is happy about it.” There it was. The tagline that would stick. The fox and the wolf. Ellie couldn’t help but groan at the irony of the horrid nicknames. “I’m glad she didn’t go with the fox and the hound reference.” “That would have been insulting. I didn’t know she knew her nickname in the back rooms.” “What do you mean?” This Ellie had to hear. “Well, she’s beautiful, and they used to call her the Fox of Bay Street. The media coined Malcolm as the Wolf of Bay Street. How was I supposed to know she really was?” He finished whispering in her ear. “A fox shifter?”

I answered smirking. " Why did choose something completely opposite of what you are? Jalapeño is hot while you're not." " Maybe it can act as an inspiration. So Auntie did you have a nickname?" " Yea I did, and I still do." My aunt answered with a grin. I must have stirred up some old pleasant memories. " What was your nickname Auntie?" " It's Gypsy Rose." " Mmmm! Like seriously!" My aunt nodded, " So what really inspired the name, because mine I saw it in this plant vs Zombies game and decided that I like it."

"Sally, don't make our princess feel less of herself too." "Oh, An can never feel less of herself. She's too high in the clouds for her to even think of walking." Calhoun said. Maryanne grabbed the sarcasm in his tone and she eyed him. Her family however was stuck at the point where Calhoun called her by a nickname. "Princess," Michael called, pulling her aside. "You didn't tell me he gave you a nickname. What do you call him?" "Alpha Calhoun?" Maryanne replied.

But the nickname from the red light was what became the best hint that I was horny again. There was an inner circle of cool guys that knew the code word…………………………………………………………………Roxanne which was my nickname and if that name came up in conversation usually during mealtimes they knew it was a signal that someone was interested in some action and they would be checking to see if the red light was on, which also meant, that the door was unlocked and a hot college boy was freshly showered and ready for what ever walked through the door first and occasionally seconds after as well.