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I'm afraid I can't handle it all. - Bend it then, my dear. So it will already be taking effect when we talk to Thorzinho. - Stop fucking calling him that. - You never cared, Babi. - No... Because I didn't know Nicolete called him that. Apparently, only she and the blonde in the middle use nicknames for him. - You should create one... Very original... Yours alone. - Tasty? Love of my life? Reason for my insanity? Major disqualified? - Oh, it makes me hot! – he fanned himself.

He turned his eyes away from the fire then chuckled. "I supposed I skipped introductions," He laughed again before handing out his large hands. "The name is Nicolaus, but I usually go by Nick. Make it easier in people who can't pronounce my name correctly," he smiled at me as his eyes catched in the firelight. He was so beautiful, I'm aware men hate being commented on like that but it's true. The man didn't have out of place and his skin looked smooth. He didn't even appeared to have a wrinkle line until he smiled wide with teeth. Even his name was perfect; it fit him. Clung to him just as the shirt he was wearing clung to him. The expanse of his muscles underneath flashed taunting me, knowi

“You definitely live up to your name! Beha was it? Looks like your family doesn’t have enough bras that they have to name their son one! Do you really think you deserve to be her boyfriend, you poor loser? I wonder who gave you the balls to even come up here. Your bra? Heh, you’re such a clown that your name is a joke too!” Since Nicholas used to be a gamer, he was used to talking back when playing games. He immediately gave Chad a taste of his own medicine. “Well, it’s not like your name is any better, Chad. Who the heck even uses that name anyway? What’s worse is that you’re Chad Hunter, so do you hunt them down? Is this some kind of kink? Or are you doing something illegal to Chads? So, a

I added. “How about your nickname for them?” he asked again while he eats banana cake. “Pix is short for Pixie. It has a meaning like how they created theirs. Chi is Michane's name when she was an anonymous writer on a social media platform back then. Actually, we have another friend. It's Anine. I call her Ally, chi calls her Dae short for sundae, and pix calls her Ez. Again, I forgot why,” I said giving him contentment. “This is soo good by the way.” He then smiled and continued watching. “Thanks,” I smiled back.

Nina was my nickname because they say my name is confusing to pronounce. And the thing is, I don't know someone in the book named Niñana. Lady Niñana Sotelo.

“But that’s not even the main thing! Some man booked you for a private!!! Shade himself!” “Who?” I grimace skeptically. What a nickname. People really love their edgy little aliases… and idiots fall for it. Like Ksyusha. Tell her some “Skull,” “Demon,” “Ghoul,” “Knuckles,” or now “Shade” showed up, and she’s already running headfirst toward them like a moth to a flame.

He had a slight smile on his face, and there was a deep look in his brown eyes which seemed very elusive and unpredictable. Although they had never met before, Sienna could still be sure— The man in front of her who looked very sanctimonious and was very well-dressed was Blake. Blake had another nickname in the black market—Fox. Sienna previously thought that he had come up with a cunning nickname that had nothing to do with him, but at this moment after seeing him, she suddenly felt that he was indeed worthy of the name. “Let’s go,” Sienna said as she continued walking. “Has everything been prepared?”

I grab one of the books out of the first book bag I see and say, “Well, Alpha, do you mind if I sit in your office and get to reading?” He takes the book from my hands and as he does and I see which book it was, I wish I had been a little more mindful of what I was picking. It was titled, “No Rest for the Wicked” and it had a half-naked man on the cover as he leans in to kiss a woman in only her bra. He smirks as he hands the book back to me and says, “Sure, enjoy your reading, P.” I bashfully take the book from him while Violet chastises him over the nickname he picked for me, "She isn't urine, Donny! Don't call her P! Think of something better than that."

And not because of some stupid lie I told to protect myself a few months ago. But because that name wasn’t just a name. It was a whole chapter of my life I thought I’d burned. Nick. His full name was Nicholas Aiden Rivera, but I never called him that. To me, he was always just Nick. No fancy labels. No dramatics. Just Nick. The boy who once sat beside me in first grade with his oversized Spiderman backpack and untied shoelaces. The one who offered me his last red crayon because I said it was my “war color.”

Evan suggested it with a smirk, taunting his brother. “His nickname will be Nico.” Frederick quickly added. “If anyone will call him Nic, then I won’t let anyone play with my pup,” he said, throwing a tantrum like a child. “I like it,” Nimo said. "Nimo and Nico. I loved it." “Solo?” Soleil stated, more like asked, and looked at Amelia. “Mom, my nickname is Solo." Amelia gasped at her suggestion, and so did we.