Ethereal Nicknames Novels & Stories

She curtsies to me and moves closer. “Good Morning, Lady Clara. Would you like to eat here or with the others?” she asks, frantically. “I would like to take a bath first. And I am not a “lady”, just a “miss”,” I reminded her. The title “lady” was for royal women who still had no official title or the daughters or wives of officiants. I was only a “miss” since I had no royal blood and was only a business woman. “Forgive me, Miss Revington. After you.”

I added. “How about your nickname for them?” he asked again while he eats banana cake. “Pix is short for Pixie. It has a meaning like how they created theirs. Chi is Michane's name when she was an anonymous writer on a social media platform back then. Actually, we have another friend. It's Anine. I call her Ally, chi calls her Dae short for sundae, and pix calls her Ez. Again, I forgot why,” I said giving him contentment. “This is soo good by the way.” He then smiled and continued watching. “Thanks,” I smiled back.

There was still a visible tension between her and Eliot, but for a moment, grief eclipsed everything else and if Sherah could see them, she’d be heartbroken to witness them like this. Ethan nodded in agreement. “Sean it is.” He mumbled. And in the space where words failed, the name hung in the air—light, fragile, sacred. ~Sean.~ A name for a soul that never saw the world, but will never be forgotten.

, Zhackary snorted as he poked fun at him. “You can also call me Nix for short. And really Zhack, do you really have to mention that embarrassment in front of this pretty lady?”, he sneered at the one who’s giggling his ass right at this moment. Rhianna cut by and said, sounding like a real nerd, “Oh jeez, the fool is the one from the tarot cards, right? It means a person who is curious about all things in this world. I’d say it’s a pretty cool name.”

Sighing and shaking her head in defeat, she went on her way- and Ethan followed. She got to her door, not sparing him a glance as she unlocked it. "Goodnight," -Ethan said as she opened the door- "Hurricane Wynn." She froze -halfway through the door- and blinked at him. [What did he just call me?] She watched him walk away, her brows furrowed in absolute confusion. [Is that supposed to be a nickname??!] ••• Wynn stared at her reflection in the mirror as she applied a gorgeous lip combo. Smacking her lips together, she closed up the lipstick, grabbed her bag and headed out.

Then he picked up the ticket and shook it, "So, let's go, Miss Rough!" "..." Elizabeth just couldn't stand it and said while following him, "Can you stop giving me the nicknames so casually?" It's fine to be called Little Intern. But now he called her Little Bunny, or sometimes Miss Rough. Did he ever think about how she felt? "Do I give you nickname casually? It's obvious that I'm serious, isn't it? Which one is inappropriate for you? Besides, you know they are just nicknames. They can help us get closer to each other."

Axel says. “ Fair enough. I know MC’s have road names for their people. But you lasses seem to have some yourselves. I have never seen that before.” “ And you are curious how we got them?” Lilly asks. “ Aye.” Finn says. I have to admit I have been curious about that myself and if anyone is allowed to use the nicknames. “ Not a problem.” Trina Thor’s old lady says. Then she tells us that her nickname is Swift because several years back a prospect had gotten handsy with her and she gave him a swift kick to the balls. Of course she edited it for the kids listening. When she was done explaining I was laughing.

It’s how easily everyone buys it. This afternoon, I caught him outside on the quad. He was leaning against the brick wall, twirling his damn keys like always, like some cheap movie character who thinks he’s too cool for gravity. A group of juniors hovered nearby, hanging on his every word. Lila walked past with Ava, and of course, Ethan spotted them. His grin widened, and before I could blink, he tossed another nickname across the grass. Lila froze mid-step. Ava’s jaw locked tight.

"I'll get you settled. Find you a job where you aren't just 'the Don’s husband.' You can build something real here." I stopped, looking at his sharp jawline and those green eyes. "Why? Why do all this for me?" "Because you're the only person I know who survived Nathan Wright with their soul intact." He winked. "And Asphodel could use some soul." We reached the Eros Palazzo, a massive marble structure rising out of the water. "We need a permanent name for you," Ethan mused. "Since you already used 'Celeste' with your hiker friends, let's stick with that. It's close enough to the original that you won't trip over it."

He just occasionally looked at me while someone else was speaking and each time our eyes met I felt it in places I was not going to think about in a room full of people. When the meeting ended the advisors left first. Asher gathered his papers and walked out without looking back. Business as usual. I was halfway to the door when a hand caught my elbow. Ethan. He waited until the room was empty. Then he released my arm and crossed his own with that infuriating eyebrow still slightly raised. "Did he just give you a nickname?" he asked. "It is not a nickname" I said quickly. "He just cannot remember my actual name. He has been calling me Hazel since the day we met. It is an annoying habit."