Cheesy Nicknames To Call Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

he chuckled " I did no such thing" " really sweetheart" he asked. " is that my new nickname from you?" " what's that?, oh you mean ' sweetheart '. If you want it to be your nickname from me then it's done " " I think I also need a nickname for you. What if I call you ' my handsome jerk'" " I love it but why the 'jerk' though,why not something more like handsome boyfriend or handsome love or any sweet name girls like" he asked in wonder

Then she gets a dreamy expression on her face and murmurs, “He prefers ‘girlfriend,’ when we’re in his office or somewhere no one can eavesdrop on us. I use the term la copine. It’s French.” “His mother was French,” I muse. “Yes. And since his father is Italian, we interchangeably say la fidanzata.” I’m liking this more and more. “And in his native tongue?” I eagerly query. “La basitonia. The beautiful girl.” Okay, I plain melt. I sip some more to try to cover the sudden quivering of my lips. I avert my misty eyes. Nick has had all of these secretive monikers for me. And he has an assistant who’s been privy to his feelings from the get-go, and who covertly and loyally plays along, so that he

I rolled my eyes and asked, "Didn't I ask you to stop calling me like that?" "Then how should I call my wife? Or do you want me to call you by nicknames? Doesn't that sound cheesy? If you want, I don't mind though. Do you want me to call you honey bun or creampie or… but those names don't suit you babe. Maybe I should call you the fiery one. It'll be more suitable than any other." And let out a laugh. I ignored him and turned on the television. He asked, "Weird." "What's weird?"

AVA Waking up beside your hot boyfriend after a night of hot sex is one way of starting a day. Except Nick doesn’t want to be called “boyfriend.” Nooo, mister wolfy growl over here prefers mate. MATE. And I can swear I've told him countless time how weird that word sounds? I try to stand up, but the sharp wince that slips from me tells me everything I need to know about last night, I take a deep breath and try to steady myself, but it’s no use.

It just felt too awkward for her to call him by his name that soon. "Honey Bun?" Dionysus immediately looked in Zoey's direction. "What?" Zoey felt like dying in embarrassment but she still continued. "Baby Love? Tater tot? Hubba Bubba?" "What are you trying to say, witch?" "Ohh. Seems like Zoey was making you pick her endearment for you, kiddo." "Stud Muffin? Lover Boy? Captain Hottie Pants?" The old Chevalier laughed at the last one. "I like that, darling."

Dina sighed internally, she had been avoiding this, the first nickname that came to her mind when she first thought about it was 'Jackie' but she didn't want to call her cute puppy son after her asshole of a boyfriend. But in the end, their nicknames sounded the same, so, she finally gave up on the nicknames stuff and decided to call Jack simply by his name. "Well, em, what about... Jacky-boy?" Jerry asked. "I don't like it," Jack answered back with a pout, Jerry struggled in his arms to get off but Jack only tightened his hold making him feel speechless. "Wacko Jacko?" Jerry reasoned. "NO," Jack replied firmly. "Em, I might as well just call you sweetheart, hehe, em then what of Jacko, just

He said smoothly, looking at me intensely. I didn't know what to say, so--- "Ting ting!" I looked at Caesar with wide eyes and I saw how his eyes danced with humour at our nickname. Oh Cherry! "Some nicknames though." He snorted shaking his head. I knew he'll comment on it! "And you say you're the one to come up with sweet nicknames?" I teased quirking up a brow. "At least they make your heart beat fast." He winked. No lie. The freaking fucker I had here!

He’s got broad shoulders and looks like one of the football linemen he watches on Sundays. I’ve always been so small compared to him, even with all my curves. I’d gotten even more of them when I had our twin boys. I never could get all the weight off and gave up trying years ago. My husband seems to love them, so what do I care. It’s where his nickname for me came from. He thought I was tiny and as cute as a button. He’s been calling me that since freshman year of high school. He’s been stuck to me like glue since the first time we met. My one and only. “I’m always like this when you’re naked,” he says, then shrugs. “Or breathing,” he adds with a cocky smile as he reaches down and gives his

"That little fool treats everyone kindly. Even if someone at the company bullies her, she won't notice. How was I supposed to know that I wasn't just another ordinary guy in her eyes? "I did something foolish. I called myself her boyfriend and used that role to defend her openly at work, to drive away any men who had their eyes on her. The world is cruel—they either harm her or want to possess her. I had no choice but to change companies with her several times."

Casper sighed while talking, and I was perplexed of his endearment. 'Why did he call me baby boy?' I wanted to ask him, but I guess it's fine if that's what he likes to call me. I mean, friends do give each other weird nicknames. Right? "Really?" "Yes, cross my heart, and ooh what happened to your neck? Is it really a hickey?" I was suddenly pulled back by his question, and I shivered not wanting to recall what happened earlier. I don’t want them to think that I’m a freak or anything, plus, it’s quite questionable if I tell them the truth.