Bloody Mary Nickname Novels & Stories

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

This is a fever dream. All it’s missing is Farrow, hugging me from behind and making me dance. Or luring me to slip out for a second so we can make out in the backyard. Or helping my mom with something to keep the title of favorite son-in-law. Or playing with Bobbie and Rocky. Or… “Bloody Mary, why aren’t you drinking?” My Uncle Niall asks all of a sudden, hugging my shoulders. I roll my eyes hard as hell. Danny told everyone that I’m on my period so now they’re calling me Bloody Mary.

“You should've seen that ass walk away." “Don’t be lewd,Bree." I chided with a scoff but I turned around to catch a glimpse of it. " Why don't we ever call you Mary?” Bree smirked. " Uh.. Because that's not my name?” " Yeah but now that I think about it, you do look like a Mary.” " No I don't. And we weren't done talking about Zayne." I jabbed an accusing chicken wing in her direction. “I've said all I wanted to. Zayne's an online ghost. I could dig a little deeper.....”

Maybe she could even make it a game of Bingo, or a drinking game where she’d take a shot every time some bullshit pet name got directed her way. Let’s see: so far I’ve had ‘baby girl’ – though Wolf gets a free pass on that one – and ‘sweetheart’, and now ‘honey’ and ‘darlin’’. Waiting on ‘doll’, ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ and then we’ll have all the usual suspects. These boys aren’t known for their originality, after all, and it is one hell of an effort to remember a woman’s name, huh?

“Oh for the love of the goddess. Don't ask that, or he'll never shut up again.” Marrok rolls his eyes and lies down on his four paws. Romeo sits down near him. “Marrok name means ‘A knight thought to be a werewolf.’ It is a very noble name.” “But his nickname is ‘Moron’.” - Julius says. "What you said? Next time you sleep I will take over your body and make you fall out of the window.” Romeo hasn't laughed so much in a long time

"It's a Bloody Mary, with extra vodka," "Oh, yeah, but all because I need my vegetable intake this week and bloody Mary is the healthiest cocktail. It has electrolytes, sodium, potassium, and Vitamin C, tomatoes also contain lycopene, which is high in antioxidants. In short, this drink is good for humans." She grinned, definitely had been consuming a glass or two before I got home. "You're playing cute aren't you?" "Am I? Oh no... wait, is that a bad thing?" She was suddenly worried. Yep, a little bit drunk for sure.

said Lizzy. “Yes, she was. When she destroyed Lord Meozo, shortly after signing for The Northerners, Martha requested people to only refer to her by her nickname when talking about what happened to their relatives outside the school but by that point, everyone had been calling her like that for years, and most students didn’t even know or remember her actual name.” “People came after her anyway, after she destroyed Lord Meozo,” said Ralphonse.

Yorick Did Thad scent our mate overnight? Hell fucking yeah, he did. He made sure everyone here knows that Cyra and Rina are ours. As we walk out to the sparring field, Megan the Menace walks over. Damn, that’s a good name. I’ll have to let Nickname know so we can all start calling her that. “Hey, Yorick ...” she begins, stopping and crinkling her nose at Cyra. “Oh my goddess, you reek.”

“This isn’t about you. It’s about the bitch who can’t keep her legs closed.” Loren made a noise of fake concern. “Everly, that’s no way to talk about Glass,” she mocked, motioning towards the scary brunette. “She’s literally right there!” “Mallory wasn’t talking about Kate,” Bella snapped. “She was talking about Sleazy Smith.” I blinked at the nickname. It surely wasn’t the nicest name I’d been given. Yet, somehow, wasn’t the worst. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said as evenly as I could to Bella. “So if you’d move—”

I rolled my eyes when they both settled on the stools beside me. “Are you jealous, Zara? That I am taking your bestie away from you?” Adrian asked, wiggling his brows. “Not in the least.” I rolled my eyes before turning my attention to the bartender. “ Whiskey, please.” “What nickname should I give you?” Adrian wondered out loud as he stared at her. “I would have to take my time with this one.” “Wait. What nickname did you give her?” Mia laughed. “DP,” Adrian replied.