Cute Nicknames For Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I said with a wry smile, trying to shrug off my curiosity, " it's just that I'm not used to see you as my neighbor." She chuckled softly and responded, "Oh, don't worry, I'm not actually your neighbor. I'm just here to spend the weekend with my sweetheart, Lolo." I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the nickname she used for her partner. "Lolo?" I repeated incredulously. Grace blushed slightly and sheepishly explained, "It's just a cute affectionate name I came up with for Logan."

I hold back the laugh because my mama taught me some manners. Jake turns to me. "Excuse my manners, hot mama. I'm Jacob, I like 'Jake' better because I hate Jacob in the Bible. He worked fourteen years to get a girl? Talk about stupidity! Anyways, scratch that. I'm Jake, and I'm the most handsome in this little group and I like really pretty girls like you but sadly, I have this cute girl here who forced me to be her boyfriend. Now I can't have you. " His cute girlfriend just laughs, looking at me. "Call me Nina. Oh, and don't take this stupid creature seriously. He's crazy about me."

"I prefer the term Romeo, your Romeo." "Will you call me Juliet?" "We are not about to be those cringey couples you fawn over on Lexy's TV." "Yeah, they can be a bit cringe at times but that's what love is like; being cringe together for each other." "I love your name Pandora, it's very beautiful and original. You don't have a lot of women called Pandora. Besides, calling you love, angel, sweetheart, sweetie pie and muffin is top tier and on the highest level of cringe."

“I have a name I happen to like. You could use that instead.” It would be a lie to say I didn’t like him having an endearing nickname for me, but it made me feel too much like there was something more going on between us. Nicknames were things that people who were part of a couple gave each other. Or friends, I supposed. “If you really have to call me something other than my name, can we change ‘kitten’ to ‘killer’? You know, because I slayed in that meeting.”

That was her nickname. She called herself that because she was not only cute her voice was known to be annonying as she tried so hard to sound like a baby. She was one of the many opportuned to be disliked by me, right next to Diane the slut---- she stole my boyfriend, Sara the follower and Harry--- though I got to know him better and we became extremely close.

Couples have nicknames, don't they? -Yes, that's what I'll call you from now on," I kissed his forehead, "Cushi. It's short for Cosita, but cuter. -Since when was I this corny, my God? Ah yes, since I met Carolina Lane. My mate. My everything. He laughed. -I like it," her eyes sparkled. Cushito," she said, rising a little to kiss me on the lips. I kissed her anyway. But I still can't get it out of my head that she put herself in danger.

Angel Cake <3 The first and only affectionate nickname I’ve given exclusively to my current girlfriend. Three weeks ago, I found out Sawyer’s middle name is Angelika and couldn’t get enough of it. I kissed the information out of her after a usual night of hot, kinky sex at my loft while she was visiting. Tangled in maroon Egyptian cotton sheets, Sawyer moaned and laughed into the pillow afterwards while my hands played with her soft hair.

“I bet you wouldn’t be able to come up with one anyway,” “How about nugget?” I giggle. Okay, it’s officially a waste to fear John. “That’s actually kinda cute,” John looks sour. “Shrimp then?” “Overused,” I reply. “Try harder,” “Short stuff?” Smiling, I shake my head. “All those nicknames are cute and kinda fitting since I’m short,” “How about Marina the great?” Embarrassment finds my cheek, and I freeze, eyes caught on the angel who studies me briefly before his lips turn grim.

I asked her suddenly interested in having a companion. "I don't have a name yet, you're to name me." She told me and that made me rack my brain. "Since I'm Nicole, why don't I call you Nicky?" "I love it! It's perfect! Nicky... Sounds perfect! Thank you Nicole!" She chimed happily and that made me also smile. It was like I gave her a very special gift, and that made me proud of myself, and proud of my wolf, the other me that my denial had locked up.

I don't want to upset her… Not even by mistake, especially when she came to our dream house. "Butterfly" "What nickname do you give to your childhood girlfriend?" She asked. I tightened my lips realising she was still stuck on my words regarding my childhood love which is eventually her but she doesn't know it. I don't know what she will do to me when she realises she is getting jealous of herself. "Why do you want to know?" I smirked, putting my hand in my jeans pocket while staring at her. "Stop smirking if you don't want me to destroy your handsome face," she snarled. I kept my finger on my lips.