Booktok Nicknames Novels & Stories

“Oh… Oh, Nicky--” “Nico,” I rasp. “The people who really get close to me… If you want to use a nickname, call me Nico, alright? Nicky was just some stupid kid…” “Hey… Hey Nicky.” And James was the last person to ever fucking call me that. “Nico,” she tries on. And fuck, that feels wrong. It is creepy as fuck hearing that name coming out from these lips in that breathy, feminine voice.

He didn’t know me, and he was probably a criminal for Pete’s sake, but I was the one who felt embarrassed. “What’s your group’s name?” I soldiered on, my inability to stay silent when I was nervous working against me. “My group?” He raised an eyebrow. “Your club. Whatever.” He studied the road again. “Dogs of Fire.” “Why did you pick that?” I asked. “I didn’t.” “Why did your group… I mean, club, pick that?” Booker shrugged. “Don’t know.” “You don’t know why they picked it?” I studied his profile and saw his jaw lock. “Sorry, not my business.”

Belle, Mari, Alice, Sam, Zofi, and Naimh: six hot girls, every single one of them a D-cup or bigger. Oh, and me: the lone male in our clique of best friends. Alice once called us "The Magnificent Seven". After "The Big Tits Club" nickname took off, Mari tried to rename us "Sam's Club" after our de facto leader (it didn't work). Belle tried "Matty's Angels" (didn't take, either). Eventually, Sam suggested that the girls just own it - be proud of their curves and take the nickname for a compliment. We were "The BTC", even me.

She loosened an exasperated breath, "No, that's very disrespectful. I don't even call the Big Man by his name. That's why I have the nickname for him since he hates being called Alpha." "Then give me a nickname," I suggested with a shrug. It seemed like the easiest solution to the problem. "Yes Saint, give your Luna a nickname." His voice. Fuck, his voice had goosebumps littering my skin. Victor's earthy scent encapsulated me, growing stronger with each heartbeat. I had stopped breathing. How did my lungs work again?

“I’ve always wanted a nickname, just like the characters in my books, but Father would never allow it. He didn’t even like Mum calling me things like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘honey’. I’ve always just been boring Alina.” “What would you choose if you could pick a nickname?” “Allie,” I replied without hesitation. “It’s part of my name, and also the name of one of my favourite book characters.” “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Allie,” he said, pushing the pile of empty shells to one side and sliding himself back down to the other end of the branch to lie down. “We should get some sleep.”

I ask immediately, realizing that I have not been calling him by his name even after I can say we are actually 'doing' now, no? He looks surprised for a moment before he nods. "Yeah, sure. Call me Nick or Nicholas," he suggests and heat coats my cheeks when I realize he just asked me to use his pet name if I like. My oh my… Reward the book with your gems.

I could sure interpret his looks were saying, "there's always a legal approach to this, you know" To the winds with the "be a man" talk, I stood behind Temi as she confronted him. "Stand down, Buchi. I won't repeat myself again, don't let...", Temi hammered. And for the name "Buchi", that's Osmosis's real name. Temi thinks Buchi's nickname is so lame that she can't afford to call him that. "....Let you do what, dear?", Osmosis cut in.

“True. You up for that Aide?” I raised my gaze to look at him, puzzled by the sudden nickname. “Aide?” “Don’t know, it kind of happened, or would you rather a cutesy-nickname now you are our mate? I know some people like that sort of thing. Like Boo? Honey… Erm…. Love-bug? Babycakes? Cutie? Stud-muffin? Hot Stuff? Erm…” he paused as he was thinking, and I was trying not to laugh.

he cocked his head and turned his face towards me, peering in the narrow gap. My eyes glanced back at him briefly, noticing the face that looked seriously questioning. I silently shook my head at him, then spoke. "I've never heard that kind of nickname attached to my name, they more often label me as lame, loser, weak and things that point to my status as an omega." It was not a pleasant thing, but I remember it clearly.

He said. "How old were you when you had the surgery?" "Thirteen." "Did you know the risks involved?" I asked. He nodded. "My parents told me." I slid down, back into his embrace and released a breath. "You are such a fighter." I whispered. "Coming from you, I'll take that as a big compliment. Now tell me, what was your nickname?" "Bookworm." I laughed. "I had a boring childhood." I added. "Well, I'm here to make your adulthood a memorable one."