Cute Nicknames For Your Gf Novels & Stories

That’s just how much we hate each other and always ready to take advantage of each other in negative situations like this. Everyone calls me Gracie, it was originally “Grace,” but I like the “cie” part. It sounds more baddie-like. Nick calls me “Clumsy Gracie,” I don’t know if he spells it as “Clumsy” or “Clumsie.” Oh wait, he calls me Clums too. What a total jerk!

Always has done since we first began chatting. “Back to kicking your ass, Guapo?” she smiles, her eyes crinkle ever so slightly at the edges when she does. I have no clue why she calls me that. I have long since learnt it means handsome. Though I know she also calls her brother that and a few of the little kids here, so I don’t take it as meaning anything. I think it is simply an affectionate term, no different to me calling her hunni I would assume. Though Gabe and Manny still like to tease me for it, seeing as both their mates use it as their nicknames for them.

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

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 made sure to say those words with the most sugary voice ever, and watched her smile widely, obviously pleased with my response. "Whitney. I know your name already; Katerina. I feel so excited for our friendship already, Kat." She already tossed a nickname at me, then continued after a brief pause, "Wait, should I call you Rina instead? I bet Kat is the popular nickname. I want something that is exclusive or at least, almost exclusive to the both of us. How about Rina? Sound cool?" I nodded once, my cheeks already numb from holding up a fake smile all through this conversation. "Rina is fine by me. You are right, Kat is the popular nickname."

"You'll have to do the same. Reach for me, smile, laugh when I bend down, and whisper something. Stretch up on those ridiculously short legs to kiss my cheek. Something. Do you understand?" "Yes." Then he grinned – the most mischievous expression crossing his face. "What?" "I have a befitting nickname for you," he responded. "If you call me sweetheart, do I get to call you something, ah, special, too?" "I'm not one for nicknames. What did you have in mind?" "Something simple." "Like?" "Pumpkin," I stated with a straight face. "No." "Why not? It's beautiful, and it, ah, suits you, on so many levels."

“You don’t have one, and now that we’re together, we need a way to talk when we’re apart.” Her eyes widen with gratitude. “Thank you, Gilan. You’re such a blessing in my life. I thank God every day for bringing you to me.” I grin. “From now on, don’t call me Gilan. I want a romantic name.” She giggles. “What do you mean?” “I want something sweet. Call me babe, honey, sweetheart… something like that.” She thinks for a moment, then says, “How about baby? It sounds sweet and simple.”

Usually, only her family would call her Hay. “Your name is Hay, so it’s not wrong for me to call your name, right? Or do you have another nickname? What’s your nickname? I’ll call you by your nickname from now on. I want it to be special. You’re special to me, so I also hope that I’m special to you. “Hay, you can call me Kev, or you can call me Kevy or Vinny. Of course, I’ll be elated if you’re happy to call me dear.”

He wiggled his brows " you meant 'love '?" She smiled " yeah that" " Don't you like it? " " Oh common, it's kind of cheesy. " He scoffed " but I love calling you that . I also think you should have an endearment name for me too" he suggested She squeezed up her face " what would you like? I prefer referring you as Faisal " " But I don't like it" he shrugged " I think you should start calling me with names like " Buttercup, sweetheart, darling, honey and the likes of them " he wiggled his brows

he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s written all over your body,” she replied smoothly, her tone laced with a light teasing edge. He chuckled, clearly enjoying her boldness. “Well, you’re not wrong,” he admitted, straightening with a dramatic flair. “In fact, they used to call me ‘The Silver Fox.” The nickname rolled off his tongue with a mix of pride and nostalgia, and I couldn’t help but picture the younger version of him—charming, confident, and undoubtedly a heartbreaker.