Gothic Nicknames Generator Novels & Stories

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?

In a moment of defiance, I could not help but muster the courage to speak up. " Bitch," I murmured under my breath, my voice slightly audible. It was a small act of rebellion, my own way of reclaiming power from her inhuman conduct. And in that moment, a new nickname for Willow materialized in my mind: "Spitefield." The name suited her perfectly—a symbol of her cruelty and mean-spirited nature. While she may have relished in causing trouble, I was determined not to let her actions define me. With a hint of satisfaction, I carried on with my work, grateful for the small victory in finding a nickname that reflected Willow's true character.

’ ‘Rubber,’ I suggested. ‘Not bad, but has other connotations. Friction Man, or Potholer. I’m getting into this now. Bottom Boy, Chimney Sweep, Cracker. Be classical. Zeus, or biblical ... Onan. No, he may not get that one. Ask him what he would like to be called and think of a name for yourself. Go for Mary Magdalene or Venus. Choose a woman known for her promiscuity.’ ‘Fanny Hill?’ ‘Excellent. Just Fanny will do. It says it all. Kitty is another one.’

The shelves are filled with romance pocket books, school textbooks and a couple of books on odd topics like Compact Shakespeare, How to be a Blogger and Vlogger, and Ciphers and Steganography (whatever those are). Her eyes linger on the many posters of Korean boybands – {where all Kate’s allowance went,} she thinks grudgingly. Then, an idea hits her. {Could it be?} she thinks to herself. {But… Kate hates that nickname…} She shrugs. {Oh well… it’s worth a shot.} She types: "katiepie" in small letters with no spaces and presses Enter. To her excitement, the word Welcome appears next to the swirling dots.

I giggle, “I don’t mind it. I’m not big on silence, to be honest.” “That’s good, because in like two months, it’s going to be hella loud in your life,” Sin grins, his eyes dipping to my stomach. “Name?” “Not yet. We haven’t had a chance to discuss it.” “He’ll be the next Alpha, so you have to make it something cool. Hmmm,” he purses his lips, darting out the tip of his blue tongue at the corner. “Ivan… No. Lucien is kind of badass. Vincent or Viktor give off Russian mob vibes. You should totally go with a mafia name,” he shakes his head. “Run it by me when you come up with something. I’ll tell you if it sounds lame.”

Bellatrix turned to Nicholas's coffin, forced a smile and said, "You certainly weren't happy to see me here, huh? Did you think I'd hide in a corner of the room?" Bellatrix leaned a little more and whispered, "I know you can hear. Listen, I'm not afraid of you, Nicholas Kurigin. Oh darn! What is your real lineage title? I'm sure it's not Kurigin. Um, Lucifer? Nicholas Lucifer. Wow! The name fits well. Satan's cousin.” Nicholas smiled quietly. The smile could be clearly seen on his sleeping face. It’s true, he can hear everything. Bellatrix stood up straight.

“Don't mention it. By the way, I’m Nick. Nickson Brown, how about you? What's your good name?” “Caroline Sandoval. Carol for short.” “Hi, Carol. What a nice name. It may sound silly, but no offense, your nickname is the same as my deceased girlfriend. I used to call her Carol as well,” Nick uttered with a hint of sadness flashing before his eyes. With wide eyes, Carol replied, “Oh! I am so sorry to hear that.” With a sad smile, Nick shrugged his shoulders. “It’s okay, we are just not probably meant for each other.”

Gracie was just right in-front of me, I needed to clear my head. “Bitch, you’re going to act like you didn’t see me?” “Not today, Satan.” “Satan insists.” “I resist,” “I…bitch what’s another word that has the sist?” “Desist?” “I desist?” “Fool. Little wonder your parents named you Cassava.” I breathed deeply, maybe I should’ve just replied my emails. “It’s Ca-ssa-fucking-no-va!” “Of course.” “There’s no point in correcting someone who already knows they’re wrong,” the long mouthed Nick chipped in.

Angelica rolled her eyes at him, “That’s the obnoxious nickname he came up with to call me. Very unoriginal if you ask me.” “No way, it’s an extremely unique nickname that sets you apart from every other Angelicas in the world; I mean they’re all probably being called Angie. So if you’re ever in a room with them you’d be the only one answering to Gelica. Genius, don’t you think kid?” He asked glancing at me from the rearview mirror. “Yeah, that’s pretty smart,” I responded with a small smile forming on my lips. “Don’t encourage him!” Angelica exclaimed. The three of us burst into laughter.

The entire time Nick drove, he held my hand and was talking about baby names. "How about naming one Princess and the other Queenie?" He suggested. "I feel as if you are just mocking my name." "Ok, one girl can be called Mia and the other... Mercedes." "Or if we have boys. Elijah and Dylan." Nick nodded. “Those names sound good to me. But I'm one hundred percent sure that they will be girls." "Oh yeah, so you are up for tea parties and dress up. Remember, I'm a designer and I know your size."