Degrading Names To Call Someone Novels & Stories

It pissed him off. “Listen up, Larson. My name is Carl Mann. Not Eric f**king Cartman. Call me by that name again, and I’ll f**king tear you apart!” Carl snarled angrily. There was nothing he hated more than being referred to by that terribly insulting nickname. Zayn smiled. “Whatever you say, Cartman.”

“I didn’t say I hate it, or I like it.” He sighed. “Fine. We’ll cancel endearments. Just plain names, okay?” “Sounds better.”

He said "Mr Callaghan........" "Just call me Cade, am already addressing you by your first name, can't you do the same with me"He asked "We aren't that close for me to address you by your name"I said "But we can be if only you will agree"he said "Look Mr Callaghan, Am not one of those bimbo that you do your dirty stuff with ........"

When this beautiful woman caught my eyes that were focus on her, she immediately lowered her head a little embarrassed. “I j-just… I-I’ve never h-heard of anyone being able to c-call them by a n-name that is so a-appropriate to their b-behavior. W-We s-should al-always call them r-respectfully, a-appropriate to their t-titles. H-Hearing someone c-call them l-like t-that is so s-satisfying…” I chuckled, “How ridiculous… those sick minded people..” I sneered at the Denmirs. Well, I could do it here, or in front of their faces directly.

“I’m not used to calling you ‘Preston.’ You should’ve told me earlier so I could practice. I’ve already gotten used to calling you Sir and you suddenly want me to switch. I need time.” He loosened his tie again. “You already said my name. How is it that hard to say it again?” he said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “I’m just not used to it,” I insisted. “Can’t we at least use a… callsign? Like an endearment? People do that, right?” “‘Sir’ is not a freaking endearment, Miss Dela Merced.” I scoffed. “And yet you still call me Miss Dela Merced—”

“And you think I’ll take that just because you said so? We’re in this, till I say we aren't…missy.” “Enough with the weird names. You know my name—Nicole.” He turned his head slightly, his grin just infuriating enough to make my fingers twitch. “Why? Does it make your heart flutter when I call you names?” I scoffed. “Please. The day that happens, I’ll jump off a cliff. Just call me by my name.” He hummed, pretending to think. “Nah, they fit you better. Shorty” he smirked. “Oh, really?” I leaned back, crossing my arms. “Then I guess I’ll call you Ego head from now on. That’s for when you talk too much. And Hockman…for when you call me by my surname.”

And just like the first day, I refused to talk to her at all. “Good evening Sophia I guess you are in a better mood today right?”. Mrs Grace said as she entered the room smiling. I “Good evening to you Mam!”. I shyly said. “I know that I am not a young lady, but you didn’t need to call me Mam. It makes me feel older than my age. Please call me Grace”. The therapist said to me, “Okay Mam. Sorry I mean Grace!”. I feel so uncomfortable calling her by her name. In my old pack, you dare not call someone who has a higher rank than you with his or her name. If for any reason you do that, you will face a great punishment.