Booktok Guy Names Novels & Stories

The Holy Bible. “Our names are all listed in there.” Ben pointed at the Encyclopedia. “My name is Eligor or Abigor, and Richard is Ipos.” I flipped through the book. “Here is a reference guide,” he said handing me another. “We all have purposes...apparently.” He chuckled as he too began to guzzle the Brandy. I had taken only a sip and felt as though the hard liquor was going to burn a hole right through my throat. “Stevie is Abbadon. And Paulo. His true name is Lahash.”

And he saw the book that the guy was reading earlier with a name handwritten below. “Joseff Uller Anderson Nieverro, hmm what a very nice name. Is it yours?” he asked without thinking and Joseff upon hearing his full name looks at the guy beside him wondering how the hell did that guy know his name. Well, even if he admits it or not he knows that he is quite popular in their school but being him, he did not mind it all.

“Professor Toma, could I get a word?” Glances were shared all around. How did this man know their cover names? Curiosity got the better of Dakari and before the security detail could move him along Dakari reached out his hand. “Sure, and you are?” He said, shaking hands. “My name is Beecher, and I have information about the book you are here to open.”

The fish-lip dude glares at both of us. “Great,” I sigh, pretending to concede. “Let’s make it easy. I’ll assign nicknames.” I study them thoughtfully. “Okay … Big Guy is definitely a Tony.” His jaw tightens. “And you,” I look at the guppy, lowering my voice like we’re sharing a secret, “you look like you were almost named something intimidating, but your mom still calls you by your full name when she’s mad.” He looks at me before he can stop himself. Hook.

the one with short brown hair said. She smiled at the woman and glanced around at each person who spoke. “Raine.” “Simon.” “Books.” “Liam.” “It’s nice to meet you all.” Ava landed her gaze on Books. “Is that a nickname?” “No, miss. That is my name.” “Books wasn’t named in his pack. They decreed he wasn’t worth being granted one, and seeing as he loves to read, we named him Books.” She saw the pride in Books’ face. “Best day of my life being found by this pack.” He tapped his chest with his fist. “Pack rules.” Caspian laughed.

"Yes. We close at nine." The man walked toward the desk, his heavy boots echoing in the empty space. He pulled a stack of four hardcover books from inside his jacket, somehow keeping them dry. He set them on the counter with a solid thud. "Returning these. Didn't want to get hit with another fine. You guys are ruthless." Owen looked at the books. They were all westerns. Louis L'Amour. "We prefer to think of it as incentivizing punctuality." The man laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the quiet room. "I bet you do. I'm Jax, by the way."

The middle-aged man replies casually. [Shit!] "Bok! What new guard? I didn't hire any more staff this month." My body goes tense with the possibility of an intruder slash spy working under me. "What's his name?" The middle-aged man opens a large black book, he runs his index finger down the page as he looks for this guard's information. "Jacob Esposito." I gulp as the Esposito name embeds itself into my head. "Esposito?" I ask in a perfectly calm voice.

“I just got off work and we came out here to get some privacy.” The cop’s headlights gave me enough light to see him once he swayed into the beams. “You look familiar,” he said. “What’s your name?” I glanced at his uniform for the first time and realized he was a Zachary cop, and not from Baton Rouge. Josie tensed beside me. My mother didn’t leave our family with a good reputation. “Maverick Booker.” “I thought so,” he said. “The football king, huh? Well, too bad I know where you grew up. You mind emptying your pockets for me, son?”

She munches as she realizes that she doesn't quite trust this guy on telling him her name but then Lindy thought that he'll eventually know sooner or later since he has her phone and all her messages were there. Girl Who Has My Phone: Lindy. Hbu? “Lindy.” He says as a smile creeps on his face. “What a sweet sweet name.” It took Milo a couple of minutes to reply too because he was thinking what possible name he could be using so he won't be figured out that he is indeed the world famous Milo Beckett. Lindy takes a long sip from her juice while staring at the phone on top of the table since he appears to be typing on the other line.

“Come over here. Let’s see how much you know about business books.” I began to ask him a few questions, and surprisingly, he answered most of them like he was an adult in a young boy’s body. It was so amazing and intriguing that even I learnt a few things from him as he spoke. He had made such boring hours to pass so sweetly, and I wouldn’t mind spending more time with him, anytime. “What’s your name?” I asked, with a smile. “I’m Zayn, and you are?” “I’m Alpha Will.”