Degrading Names To Call Someone Novels & Stories

“I don’t like it. I’d rather you call me by my name or something a lot sweeter.” “You’re feisty. Why should I call you anything but that?” “I swear I have bad taste in boyfriends. Maybe we should end this.” “Nah, if you really want to end it fine but if you breaking up with me because of that dude Zaine I mean he doesn’t even go to school here.” She took a deep breath and looked at him with an unbothered expression. “Say my name?” “Demi.” “Good. Call me anything other than that and ill drop kick you too.”

He flicks the cigarette on the floor as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, and stubs out the embers under his black Italian loafers. “Congratulations, Isabell.” His smirks grows wider at the spark of annoyance and anger on my face. He always calls me Isabell. Never Isabella. It was an erasure of sorts; a way to tell me he didn’t give two shits about my existence, and I wasn’t relevant enough to have my name pronounced correctly. His tongue flickers out to lick his lips; a flash of bright red tongue against a deathly pale face. “You’re here sooner than I’d expected. How was graduation?”

I blurted out, unable to hide my disgust. “We cannot call anyone a disgrace, dear,” Sister Jane gently reminded me, and I pouted. I knew she was right, and I didn't want to call names, but that man sounded like a truly horrible person—a horrible husband, and most likely, a horrible father too. The thought just rankled me.

he said with a smile "It's just that, errrmm can you please stop using "sir" for me?" He said "Oh okay " I said with a smile "Well I'm just trying to be respectful you know" "Oh please, I'm just like maybe three years older than you and whenever people uses "sir" for me it makes me feel old so please stop" "You can just call me Elliot, I think I'd do with that" "Okay then Elliot it is " I said smiling "Ok so that about that, secondly, when I said keep it up earlier, I didn't actually mean keep it up, keep it up" he said with an air quote

“What? No! I am talking about falling in love with other people, not him. Resuming my steps, I mumbled, “And he doesn’t count as other people?” “Not at all. How can a dumbass crow count as other people?” “You Evil girl, stop calling me crow,” Tarry grumbled following us behind. “Okay fine I will call you dumbass then.” “And here they go again.” I rolled my eyes hearing them bickering. “Don’t call that as well, Evil girl. My parents have provided me with a name to be addressed with.”

Me Wish you go crazy Nd fall from Eiffel tower. Ticking Bomb 🤯 Whatever woman. Me Get lost. Ticking Bomb 🤯 Gladly, you stubborn ass. Me You stinking rotten rat. Wish you screw your appointment. Ticking Bomb 🤯 Take that back now. Me 😊 I love the name already. Ticking Bomb 🤯 Hate you Me Me too😇 Can't he ask nicely? He need to learn manners. I changed his name into ticking bomb. It suited him. He is always with a look 'I don't have time for your nonsense. Get lost before I explode'.

The thought was so amusing that it took me a moment to control the shaking of my shoulders. Recovering from the fits of laughter, I swallowed hard and suppress the mirth in my eyes "You're funny, Nic," I remarked. "You don't call me nick. You call me Lucas." "It's the same." I reasoned. My voice sounded slurred but it didn't stop me from saying what I wanted to say. "Your name is Lucas Nicholas so it's okay to call you Nic. I preferred that name compared to calling you, Lucas. Lucas sounded like an old man's name."

Her voice wavered, but I couldn't tell if it was from horror, humor, or something else entirely. "Aren't there any...pretty names for it?" I asked softly. Drace chuckled, shot Ari an apologetic glance. "Kitty, cookie, tutu, Lady V, bits, Lady Jane. Non-Na." I shook my head. Those weren't any better and I could hear the bellowing laughter of my men if I dared utter one of those words. I sighed. "I guess pussy and cunt it is. Men have so many more options that sound better."

“I told you not to call me that.” “Why?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you ashamed that it will make you sound old?” My voice was teasing as I tried to annoy the life out of him. He hated his given name and the only way to do it with a 100% success rate was through his name. “Whatever…” he grumbled. “Charlotte Eliza Grace.”

I asked in disbelief. “You know,” I began, crouching slightly to meet Rhett’s eyes, “calling adults by their names is considered disrespectful.” “Oh… but Mom,” Little Ruby said, sounding very sincere, “he told us we should call him Roman.” “He said putting ‘Uncle’ in front of his name makes us sound formal,” Rhett added, nodding as if that perfectly explained everything. “Yep,” Rhett added, nodding earnestly. “He said it’s better this way. More relaxed.”