Novel & Cerita Cheesy Nicknames To Call Your Boyfriend

A text pops up in the screen diverting my attention. Grayson: Good night cutie. A smile makes it's way to my lips at the sight of the sender. Cutie...? He must still be looking for the perfect nickname. He really sucks at it. First hon. Baby...I hate that word, you should know why. Kitty....what am I? A fucking cat. Bae....the same as baby. I hate it. Sweety...I don't know. But I still don't like it. Cheese.....for real.

he says incredulously. “No good? I’m trying out some nicknames. “What about Meatball? Honey Bear? Sugar Lips?” “Really?” Zak says, leaning up to look at me. “What’s with all the food nicknames?” “What? I love food! And I love you,” I say, kissing him on the lips. “I love you, too,” Zak says. “But you’re a dork.” “What?” I say. “You’re gonna get it for that!” I’m smiling uncontrollably and leaning into his face.

I turn to look at him, “Are you okay?” “Okay?” “You keep repeating everything I say.” I grab a couple of mugs and place them on the counter. “That guy called you Sweet Cheeks like it was nothing new. Are you seeing him?” his eyes are dark, and his brows furrowed. “Dax?” I laugh, “No. It’s just a nickname. It doesn’t mean anything.” “I don’t like it.” I shrug, “You don’t have to. Dax is my friend and the leader of our band. Everyone he knows has a nickname. Mine is the tamest nickname.”

His laugh rumbled through his chest, warm and deep enough to make my stomach do something embarrassing. Once we reached the other side, he finally set me down. We spent the next hour wandering through the forest. At some point he started teaching me random Lycan words that I immediately forgot. Then somehow that turned into an argument about nicknames. "Casp." He stopped walking. Slowly. Very slowly. Then he turned toward me. "Casp?" I shrugged. "It's shorter." "Casp." "Yes." "That's your nickname for me?" "Do you hate it?" He stared at me for several seconds. Then he sighed dramatically. "I imagined something better." "Such as?" He started counting on his fingers. "Handsome. Magnificent. Br

“You were incredible.” “Yeah?” His hands fisted in my jacket. “You proud of me?” “So fucking proud.” I kissed him hard, not caring if someone walked by. “My boyfriend, the Co-Director. Very impressive.” “Boyfriend sounds so juvenile.” His mouth curved against mine. “Need a better title.” “Partner?” “Closer.” He nipped my bottom lip. “But I was thinking more like ‘person Nikolai’s disgustingly in love with.’” “Bit of a mouthful.”

he said. "Really! but you never help me," I said. "I thought you are angry so.." "Ranveer I am not angry. Now don’t follow me like a lost puppy and go and take a seat," I said cutting his words off. Really Naina ? Lost puppy? Sometimes you call him Tarzan. Sometimes you call him puppy. You are so bad at giving nicknames. But the best nickname for him would be, Your husband. What? Say again? My husband.

He started grinning. “Sweetheart, I won’t poison you.” “I’m not taking chances.” “Sweetheart-“ “Please … stop calling me that,” I said interrupting him. “It sounds disgusting coming from you.” He leaned back in his chair and smiled. “What would you rather I call you?” “Cheska.” “Babe.” “Cheska.” Princess.” “Cheska, Prince!” “I just want to seem romantic.” He said pouting, before laughing.

But why he looks nervous, is everything ok? "I'm so sorry! It won't happen again. Yeah, I'm okay why? No, I'm fine! Really sorry Alexander..." Ash says looking really sincere and I turn my attention back to the microwave giving Ash some kind of privacy and I start hearing those popping sounds. You see Ash always called Alexander "my grumpy boyfriend" and Alexander like to call him "chubby". But when Alexander is angry and when Ash did something wrong Alexander call him by his name and he wants Ash to do the same.

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.

The boy looked at her arrangements and asked, "Umm... What are you doing, Cathey?" "I am making the bed for us to sleep!" The girl straightened the irregular blankets and sat down before continuing quizzically, "Why do you call me Cathey, Ryan?" The boy pinched her cheeks lightly, her skin was as smooth as butter and seemed to be melting in his hands. He explained, "It's short for Catherine, as a nickname. It is given to people we like..." The girl beamed, "You like me, Ryan?" He sat down on the bed next to her and slowly said, "More than you can ever imagine."