Funny Names To Call People Novels & Stories

he asked leaning close on the table. “Huh?... I... I don’t think so. Have we?” she asked. He smirked. “that was a joke. My name is Richard. But my friends call me Rick.” He said. She gave a huge sigh. He just kept watching the way she was acting. “Ha ha... ha ha... lol... funny.” she faked some small small laughs. He took his eyes off her. “so what do you do?” “huh? For example?”

Then he asked, “Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” Would she? More importantly, was he going to remember it? Guys like Justin Adams often pretended to be interested in a girl only to get into their pants. She felt a hundred percent sure he would never remember her or her name in the morning. So, it didn’t really matter what name she gave him. “Jamila McBride,” she said. “You can call me… Jam.” She was laughing at her own personal joke. He stared at her for a moment and then he smiled.

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.”

The fish-lip dude glares at both of us. “Great,” I sigh, pretending to concede. “Let’s make it easy. I’ll assign nicknames.” I study them thoughtfully. “Okay … Big Guy is definitely a Tony.” His jaw tightens. “And you,” I look at the guppy, lowering my voice like we’re sharing a secret, “you look like you were almost named something intimidating, but your mom still calls you by your full name when she’s mad.” He looks at me before he can stop himself. Hook.

"Wait. I've told you my nicknames. What are yours?" Since I've shared my nicknames, both flattering and not-so-flattering I guess it was only fair he told me his in return. A chuckle escaped him and I hate to admit that it was starting to grow on me. His chuckle, not the person behind it to be clear! I would never ever admit to liking a hockey player. "Well, you already guessed the one people use mostly. That would be: asshole. But those who know me and consider me to be their friend call me Nath or Niel. Whichever part of my name sticks with them. And I don't mind either way."

Several people continued to play. It was one of those people—a man, actually—that shouted at Caius and I as we passed. “Ah! You two! Fuck, what are your names again? Annie and Caucus!” He snapped his fingers several times. “No, that’s not it. Who names a kid Caucus? Caius! Annie and Caius!” I paused only out of sheer confusion before realizing we didn’t have time to stop and pander to some drunk human who happened to know us. Caius pulled me away and I moved to follow when the guy called out again, his eyes still glued to the slot machine.

I asked, feeling strangely comfortable around him. “What? Kol?” I nodded “Well, Nicholas is a mouthful and he absolutely hates Nick. So, I call him Kol instead, except when I want to get on his nerves.” He shrugged. Not many people actually used their full names so, it was understandable. “Isn’t that Kool?” I gave him a questioning look. “That was a very terrible dad joke. You suck at things like these, don’t you?” He only laughed in reply, causing me to laugh as well. His friendliness was contagious and if I remembered correctly, the night at the bar too, he seemed quite friendly.

I said in annoyance. “Yes, hun,” he responded with a smirk. “Stop calling me hun!” I said, sighing heavily, feeling agitated. “If we are going to collaborate on an important project such as faking our relationship, people will raise their brows if we don't have pet names for each other, right? I prefer to call you hun, you should call me that way as well. We should practice early on so we don’t feel awkward when calling each other with that endearment. OK?”

"Horse as in the animal?" "Yes," Desmond responded with a low chuckle. What sort of names do these people have? Havoc, Bishop, Money, Ax, Bolt, Picnic...now Horse. Wondered what other weird names I would still hear later. "I'm Serena, by the way and I don't have a second weird name. So, just call me Serena." "No problem, Serena." Desmond was laughing now. "What happened to your prospect patch?" I noticed when I seen him first. What he had now was 'Member'.

“We didn’t have time to work on nicknames. So I went for that. Could try something else if you like? Love? If I am being classic. Or Darling. Pumpkin? Pookie?” I was smiling even more now as I moved toward the refridgerator. “I think I am good with Zee, or Zaine.” I told her. “Aww you are such a spoilt sport!” She came up behind me, gently poking me in the side. “Oohhh, what about Stud Muffin!” She exclaimed with a giggle, like she actually thought that was a good idea. Whatever it was, she sounded like she was enjoying herself. I simply shook my head, giving her a look of despair. I swear she called me that, and I would send her home. “Fine. Grumpy. Honey Bun? Babe? Or should I just call yo