Degrading Names To Call Someone Novels & Stories

When I saw Ace's angry face I quickly bring out my phone from my purse and text Anitra. 'Why are you there with him? You know your presence pisses him off' I hit send and waited for him to text back. Just few seconds later his text came in. ' I'm having fun tormenting him, Cath.' Oh please! Since when did he started calling me Cath? I hate this. The principal started speaking, 90% of them I didn't hear them. And then he started calling the names of the graduated students starting from the first letter A. And when it got to my turn and my name was called, I carried myself with dignity and respect as I climbed the audit.

he said popping the p, I scoffed audibly "And stop calling me weird names" I spoke irritatingly "What weird names?" He asked in confusion "I don't know how to pronounce them, bambi-na? And mia- kara? I don't know!" I snapped at him He only gave me a chuckle in return "Are you laughing at me?" I asked him with squinted eyes. "No, they are not weird names. They are just your nicknames that only I can call" he shook his head sideways with a huge grin.

Felix asked me. "It's Felix's assistant," I answered, but it seems that the call still doesn't sound right to my ears. "Miss, you can call me just Felix." The man in front of me seemed to disagree with the call I made. . "No, I better call Felix's assistant; I've read everything, and I agree," I replied, even though I told you that if I just called his name it would be impolite because, after all, he was much older than me. I saw a resigned sigh from Felix, but I don't want to bother.

Flashback>>>>>>>>>>>>> That night, after Pstar7 replied my DM, we ended up chatting for hours. Pstar7: “So, you’re Jenna. That’s such a lovely name.” Me: “Thanks a lot, Pstar7. I bet yours is lovelier.” That’s a simple trick you can use to get a guy’s name. I really needed to know his name, Pstar7 was just too far fetched. Pstar7: “I saw what you did there. Let’s just stick with Pstar for now. So, let’s drop the honorifics, I’m pretty sure we’re the same age.”

I walked to where he was and slung my arm over his shoulder. "Come on, Devin. Don't you think it is high time you dropped the title? Feel free to call me Dice. It is my name, after all." I said to him. When he wanted to start an argument because of it, I gave him a look and he sighed, dropping the matter.

Tall, handsome, with a financially stable job. He swallowed, his Adam-apple bobbing up and down. “I called you… names before. I’m sorry if it felt like I was degrading you—I wasn’t. I was just—” “Kyle.” I cupped his cheek and said, “Shut up and call me whatever you want.”

But there's one thing I agree with- it's gonna be easier talking to some stranger than someone you already know about things you want to let out of your system. I know you said to call you Nathan, but it's too long. So, Nate it is. You have to deal with that. Besides, Nate is way better than Nathan. When you think of it, Nate is for hotties, Nathan is what nerds are called. And you did say you weren't a nerd, so...Nate. And I got a little advice for you....don't ever tell anyone that dogs shouldn't be called man's bestie again. You might be hanged.

I place my phone on the desk of the chair I'm on. "Why not? What is with people and hating their names these days? Well sadly, I'm not one to listen to people, Steven." I smirk at him and he sighs in defeat. "Put your phone away Miss Willow." he says in a sharp tone and eyes my phone lying innocently on the desk. I frown and then something pops in my head. "Hey, Steven." I call, emphasizing his name. "Let's make a deal. If you stop calling me Miss Willow and Janice instead, then I'll stop calling you Steven."

Alice's amateur attempt at intimidation was almost funny by comparison. "First of all," Deborah began after her laughter had subsided into an amused smile, "my name is Deborah, not Dorcas as you keep calling me. But then again, I suppose your low IQ brain cannot keep track of simple names. It's not your fault, dear. You just need to get your mental health checked." The words were delivered with the kind of calm, clinical precision that made them cut deeper than shouting would have. Deborah's tone suggested pity rather than anger, as if she were genuinely concerned about Alice's cognitive abilities rather than simply trading insults.

She put emphasis on the word 'personal', as if flaunting it in Irene's face. "You can call him if you doubt me," Irene said flatly, whipping out her phone and changing Isaac's contact name to darling before holding it out to Debbie. "Go on, call Isaac." She deliberately repeated Isaac's name again just to show Debbie that as Isaac's 'darling', she could call him anything she wanted. Debbie's face contorted with rage when she saw the contact name, her cheeks turning into an abnormal scarlet. But no matter how furious she was, she could not say a thing.