Gf Nicknames Novels & Stories

The person texting made him smile. "Oh ohh... I think Sir has a fling." Gina said to herself. She's just quietly waiting with another student, a nerd guy, who was busy writing what in his notebook. Gina watched as Nicholas smiled at whoever was texting. He has this bright happy smile, fluttered one.

I sat in my office, legs crossed, my eyes fixed on my phone. What was I so interested in? A picture of Griffy. Well, his full name was Griffin Antonio, but I loved calling him Griffy. It was a nickname I had personally given him, in my heart, anyway. I knew it was kinda lame, but no human being could read minds, so I wasn't too worried about it. Griffy was, like, the hottest man I had ever seen.

My blood starts boiling. "Hey, Logan," I say with a frown. "What's Up, Nick?" The bastard replies with an arrogant smirk on his face. "That's Alpha Nick to you," I reply with a frown. "You are not Alpha yet, anyway. See you later, beautiful," The moron says and reaches and kisses her on the cheek. What the actual fuck? Since when are they so friendly? A low growl vibrates from my chest, and I see Mariah roll her eyes. Did she just fucking roll her eyes at me?

- Nick __________ SFTC: Breathe Again - Sara Bareilles

I asked as he began to walk. Gregory turned back, leaning over to me, "My name is G-4ce." The rest of the school day is a total loss for me. I just sit and think of a hacker name. Ric-man. That sounds like a superhero who got kicked out of the Fantastic 5, and then they became the Fantastic 4. Ricarian. No, it will sound like I'm a hacker monk. Maybe I should take something that has nothing to do with my name. Smash. Master. Destroyer. I kind of like that one and underline it bold in the back of my diary. Jackal. Intruder. Shadow.

He said, laughing. “Yes, that’s what they call me. You know, it has its own secret code. When I put ‘Ginger’ at the end of a letter, it means I’m safe. If I put ‘Gianna’, they’ll know I ain’t safe. But I never got to use it, actually.” “So… since it’s your nickname, shall I call you ‘Ginger’?” “Noooo!!! I don’t want you to call me by that. Only my friends are allowed for that.” Gianna screamed.

“What do you mean you don’t know? It’s Friday night, man. What, you just want to stay home and look at the walls?” “Maybe. I’m just tired.” Gavin shook his head, looking completely insulted by the suggestion. “No, no, no. Nicky doesn’t get tired on a Friday night. Nicky gets absolutely loaded with his buddy Gavin, and then he takes his absolute pick of the local fillies home—” “I just don’t feel good, G. Sue me,” Christian snapped, his voice sharper than intended. Gavin took a long, slow sip of his bourbon, his eyes narrowing as he evaluated his friend. Raising a single, accusing finger, he asked, “How exactly is it going with Number 7?”

Then she gets a dreamy expression on her face and murmurs, “He prefers ‘girlfriend,’ when we’re in his office or somewhere no one can eavesdrop on us. I use the term la copine. It’s French.” “His mother was French,” I muse. “Yes. And since his father is Italian, we interchangeably say la fidanzata.” I’m liking this more and more. “And in his native tongue?” I eagerly query. “La basitonia. The beautiful girl.” Okay, I plain melt. I sip some more to try to cover the sudden quivering of my lips. I avert my misty eyes. Nick has had all of these secretive monikers for me. And he has an assistant who’s been privy to his feelings from the get-go, and who covertly and loyally plays along, so that he

“I know for sure you won't forget my name.” “O.G.” I remembered others calling him that, but I didn't know what it stood for. His name was quite long and unique, unlike the common English names. “But that's the initials,” Katie added, a smug smile on her lips because she knew I didn't know his regular name. “What does it stand for.” “I-I...” “Okay guys, stop with the game,” Neel came to my defence. “Even O.G. can't pronounce his own name properly.”

He frowned recalling that accusing look on her face while she asked him if he changed her. 'So fuçking what' he thought. If he wanted to take advantage of her,he would have done it in the bathtub. He snapped out of his thoughts when his phone dinged with a notification. It was from the friends group chat Nickolai had created in highschool. Nick:Hey, we've been waiting for you,Don. Jerry: Yeah,Ant where the hell did you go? Nick: Hey! Don't call him that. Motherfucker. Jerry: Why not?, you get to give him a nickname but I can't?