Chinese Endearments Novels & Stories

Lying down, I was in the middle, Ellaine on my right side and Dwight on the other side. “Dream well about him, Zyah,” Dwight teased. “Stop it, Dwighty.” I acted like a crying baby. “Hǎo de. Hǎo de,” she said. “Hǎo de” is a Chinese word that means “alright”. Dwight has the habit of speaking the Chinese language and she is good at it. I also wondered why Dwight is so fond of embracing Chinese culture. Tomorrow morning, I talked to them about the little celebration of my birthday at home.

He repeated, “He likes you. He calls you sweetheart. When was the last time you heard anyone calling you that?” I felt my heart skip a beat. Andy was right. I had not heard the endearment sweetheart said to me since our parents’ deaths. James was the first since then. Andy had never referred to me as sweetheart. Even though deep down we loved each other dearly as siblings, I was simply Mia to him, and he was just Andy to me. It was just that using any endearment words between us was weird. More so, however, it was painful because the words such as sweetheart, honey, darling, dear, pumpkin, etc. reminded us of our beloved, dead parents.

His palms were so large they could completely cover my face. His thumb caressed my cheeks, it was so electrifying and soothing. "Of course, Mishka, anything for my Little firecracker." He chimed, my eyes went wide, Mishka meant bear in Russian and was an endearing word to use among lovers.

She was clearly irritated by what she had said earlier. "Isn't it a term of endearment? Proof that of all the women I know, you're the only one who's different and daring enough to call me 'Uncle.' What else would you call it if not a term of endearment?" "Oh, come on, it's over the top! That's not how it works. So, what are you doing here?"

"It's nothing. If it's what you want, of course, I'll do it for you," Gu Lichen said lightly. "That's very kind of you, Chenchen," said Hua Lifang. The word ‘Chenchen’ made Gu Lichen feel a pang in his heart. When she uttered the word, he somehow found it irritating to his ear. "Call me Lichen from now on. Chenchen is just a childhood nickname," said Gu Lichen. "Sure," Hua Lifang replied obediently.

they both talked at the same time. That made them chuckle. " What did you call me a few seconds ago?" Junxie Li asked, suddenly frowning. " You are my sweet, my love, my baby, my darling, should I keep saying it or I should pause?" Theresa Mo asked. " But I didn't hear you call me any of such romantic titles a while ago," Junxie Li responded. He poured himself a glass of water and drank. "Common sweet, don't be picky. You know you are important to me and my heart beats only for you" Theresa Mo replied.

Qing yiniang greeted her nicely. Before Jiang Xi Yu replied on that, Qing Yu Fei continued her words, acting lousy like she had made a mistake on her. “Aah...Please forgive me, wang fei. Nu forgot that Wang fei does not like qiè shì to call you jie jie and to maintain our deep respect for you.”

Darin is a Japanese term for darling. She had been calling me that even before we started dating, it was her cute endearment for me, and I really find it heartwarming that she calls me that. There were a lot of English endearments she could call me like her past exes, but instead, she chose to call me using her native language. I felt so special, well the way she also treated me was far different from the others she had a relationship with so I really thought she was serious as I was with her, but it turns out, she was still the same. Maybe no one can tame her but herself.

he softly muttered and I grimaced upon hearing that endearment again. "I have a name and it’s not that damn sweetie. Stop calling me that," I spat out. I intently look at him and waited for his response. Later on, his forehead creased. "What? Oh, silly, that's my endearment for you," he then replied and he even smiled at me. Instead of rejoicing in what he said, I just frowned at it. Endearment, huh? That’s cliché! That is what he calls his girlfriend and then now for me as well?

"Mommy, I'm not an anthomaniac. As my uncle said just now, I really like Uncle Zhiyuan. You don't want to beat Mandarin ducks, do you?" Xin Yan stood up, pouting small mouth, wronged to say. When Yang Shuting heard her say this, she was in distress situation! Ling Weihao, sitting on the sofa, felt very funny and couldn't help laughing. He hugged Xin Yan and said, "Like is like, just like I like your mommy so much."