Cute Nicknames For Her Novels & Stories

" She hummed something I did not hear. She pulled away so that she was looking at me. "I'll stay sweet for you." She smiled. A dimple spread on her left cheek. That one has always been more visible that the one on the right. "Good girl." "You know what praises me does to me." "Of course I know sweet doll." "Why all the names though?" She asked with a giggle as I licked on her ear. "It doesn't matter how I call you. Babygirl,princess, sweet doll,kitten,pet."

"Well, it's not as funny just sayin' your name normally, so I always try and think of a new way to say it on the spot!" "I see...do you have any nicknames for yourself?" I questioned, feeling it was unfair for her to have all sorts of nicknames for me, but none for herself. "Nah, I never think of jokes for myself, but if ya can think of anything, you can run it by me!" She responded, excited at the idea of a nickname. "Hm… how about Pop? Popster? Poppers? Popgoes? Poo-" "Ok, Jesus stop, those are all cringe." Poppy responded, disgusted at the horrible ideas. I laughed in response at my own stupid nickanmes for her.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” “What did you just call me?” I asked, chuckling when she blushed slightly and diverted her gaze away from mine. “Natasha seems like a handful to call. Nat was short and better,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible. “Isn't that cute?” I teased. If she was drafting up nicknames for me, then it could only mean one thing - the cold Olivia was acknowledging me as a friend. I grinned and patted her shoulders. “I'll call you Livvy-”

she said with frustration and I smirked. "Call you what?" I asked with a smirk. "that... love! I am not your love..." she said and I smiled... she has gotten so red. "But you are... I think I made that clear. You are my love. And by the way... it is my nickname for you... Love! You are my wife, I can give you any nickname I want... in fact, why don't you also give me a nickname?" I asked and she looked at me like I have gone crazy...

The ride went quiet for a moment, I stole a glance at her and she seemed a bit lost in thoughts. "Uhm… how about ‘babe? Baby??" "Too much... I think " I quickly realized, feeling nauseous at the thought of calling anyone babe. "I have an idea, Sir” she said, her voice meek and cautious. “I’m listening” I replied, eager to hear her speak. “How about a nickname?” she said, her eyes glinting with uncertainty. "That's better than pretentious names that hold no value." “Our nicknames won't hold any value either...” I returned.

he questioned. "What's wrong with that?" I shot back, lifting my eyebrows, attempting not to blush at his compliment. "Come on, Nikki, every girl usually has like 15 friends, and you're telling me you've got only two?" he debated. I arched an eyebrow at his audacity. "What?" he asked, sounding a bit defensive. "Nikki? Seriously?" I couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, I thought of giving you a unique nickname that no one's used before, so I tweaked 'Nika' to 'Nikki.' You don't like it?" His smile faded a bit.

This time it isn’t a tease, he’s just taking his time, savoring the sensation. “So f*cking good, you have no idea how perfect you are, Bitty.” I have to smile at the nickname. I noticed they all switch back and forth, but tend to use sweet words when it’s just us, or in a small intimate group and their version of ‘little’ when we are with larger crowds. But, those little nicknames were the first things they gave me, so it seems a bit more special this way.

she giggles again. She cleared her throat first. "Hi! I am Almira Yesha Elizabeth Nicole! Ayen for short or you can just call me love, baby, honey, wifey, my queen, it's up to you what will be our endearment!" She then shriek softly and laughing on herself about her crazy idea which also made me laugh. Her whole darn face was already turning red and she looks like a tomato now that she's already thrilled. "What do you think?" She immediately faced me which made me startled a little.

He was just another temporary person. 'I'm going to tear him apart if I see him.' 'You wouldn't dare..' 'Oh sweet child, you don't know what I'm capable of.' Alexandra giggled at the nickname. 'That reminds me, what do I call you?' 'What do you suggest?' 'I don't know. What about Queen? since you emerged the night, I was dancing Queen.' 'Wow you just want to name me after a duck? I'm offended!' 'Okay geez...umm Bloom? The moon was blue that night also.'

I offered. She shot up. She raised her hands and waved them. “No, no, no, no.” She whipped her head back and forth. I grabbed for her hands, worried that she would slip from the chair. “Sweet pea. It’s okay.” I slid my hand to her cheek. “If you want us to call you pup or baby girl so it helps you remember your daddy, we will. If you want us to come up with different nicknames so that only your dad called your those two, we can do that too. What ever you want, we will do.”