Gothic Nicknames Generator の小説・ストーリー

In the end, we gave up, exhausted, and decided to get some sleep instead. Ashton pulled me into his arms. Eventually, his eyes closed. Suddenly, I sat bolt upright. ‘I’ve decided,’ I said. He cleared his throat. ‘Decided what?’ ‘If they’re both boys, the older one’s Owen, the younger one’s Miles. If they’re both girls, the elder’s Eliza, the younger’s Esme.’ ‘And if it’s one of each?’ he asked. ‘Then the boy’s Owen, the girl’s Eliza. Nicknames Maple and Captain Crunch.’

I squeezed his hand back and said, “Thank you, Nicholas. You’re a good guy. And I’m sorry for judging you too soon. I’m sorry for ruining whatever chances you may have with Jen, if you were really into her. I’m sorry for all the crap I gave you. And thank you for being there for me when I needed someone the most.” He held my hand tighter in his. He looked into my eyes for a moment. “You’re forgiven. And you’re welcome.” He gave me a boyish smile as he added, “Friends?” I nodded contentedly. “Absolutely, Nicholas.” “Calling me Nick is fine too, you know.” “What’s wrong with Nicholas?” He wrinkled his nose a little, then he replied, “Too formal. Friends usually call each other by their nicknam

She ran into several dorm residents who stared at her in astonishment. Lyla descended the stairs quickly, then walked out of the building, and stepped into the library building that Louisa had pointed out a moment ago. "Name?" asked the short-nosed and pointy-eared creature with wrinkled pink skin. At first glance, he looked like an old man, with minimal white hair, showing his scalp. His name is Mister Burgog---a Goblin---the librarian. "Lyla Helliwell." Mr. Burgog wrote Lyla's name on a small piece of paper then took a duplicate and put it in a drawer.

Lucifer “I’m sorry, Gabriel, but I don’t remember much about my sisters. Even in my visions, their faces were obscured by shadows. I don’t even know their human names. I just referred to them by their horsemen names. All I can tell you is that they were close to my age. The other had brown hair and oddly shaded eyes, and the other had red hair. The only thing they had in common is that they all seemed to be frightened of someone who wanted to hurt them. I don’t remember anything else. I’m sorry,”

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.

that was poor, but who cares? "I'm Cy Gataki, and this is Adonis Diamandis," I swear I tried to suppress my laughter. Adonis? "Wait, you're not messing with me, right?" I asked them. The two men kept their eyes trained on me like I had gone mad. I couldn't blame them, I knew I had that mad woman vibes, I've always had it. But how could his name be ADONIS!!???!!! That was my nickname for Mr. Cy Gataki. Even his name was sexy.

still choose us. Irene and Alexei did, and now look at them how happy they are? Don't I also deserve something like this with Aurora? Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock on my nightstand ticks for exactly ten seconds before her voice cuts through the silence. “Lucas Lucey Loco.” I cringe at the ridiculous nickname, my punishment for calling her Annie one time too many. The sound of it makes my jaw tighten, but it also makes the corner of my mouth twitch. Only Anastasia would come up with something like that and wear it like a crown.

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

A WEREWOLF? Kehlani looked around the pub absent mindedly. She thought of the silly name she would give her new fantasy fiction, Growl? That was too grotesque for a name. Maybe not grotesque but quite not the usual. Kehlani had a weird liking for gothic fantasies. She was the kind of girl who didn't really fancy the pink pattern of most girls. She most times always went the opposite direction instead.

I suggested. "That's too common!" she replied with a dismissive tsk and a shake of her head. And there it is, her usual excuse. "Okay, then how about Nicholas?" "No, too boring," she tsked again, shaking her head once more. "How about Bob?" "Sebastian! That's an old-man name," she shot me a partial death glare, clearly annoyed by my suggestion. Is it really? Who knows! "Oh, I didn't realise," I shrugged, flipping to the next page. "Then what about Sean?"