Gothic Nicknames Generator Novels & Stories

Like everyone else, Darby Caughill probably has very good reason to dislike me greatly. But luckily for me, she doesn’t need to like me. She just needs to marry me. I swivel in my desk chair with my cell gripped tightly in my fist. The urge to hurl it at the wall is monstrous. I guess I’ve earned my nicknames. They call me Monster Montague. That or my favorite Lord Lee On Poo, shortened down over the months to Lord Poo. The first has a nice ring to it. I don’t mind it at all. The second irks me, but only because the people who work for me can’t say my last name, which is part of the name of the damn company they work for. They’re calling it Mont-a-gue, not Mon-tag, which is the right way to

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?

“We need to start finalizing names. Two weeks is not a lot of time.” Ana hums softly. It’s the most relaxed sound I’ve heard from her in days. “Something strong,” Greta continues. “But not too… intimidating.” Ana shifts slightly. “No weird names.” Greta laughs. “Define weird.” “Anything that sounds like it belongs to a seventy-year-old Alpha with ten wives.” Despite myself, the corner of my mouth twitches. Greta flips a page. “Okay… what about Adrian?” Ana shakes her head. “Too common.”

- Nick __________ SFTC: Breathe Again - Sara Bareilles

’ ‘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.”

the earlier whispering was replaced with their normal voices and I listened attentively, “Mr. Calmar doesn’t show off. He is probably hiding in an open spot, waiting for us to catch him and deal with him.” “Then, do you think it is Cockeye?” Eduardo made a tsk sound. “Cockeye is a pussy. I would be surprised if this is his doing.” What kind of name is Cockeye? That’s a weird gangster’s name. But then, from the movies I have watched, I think gangsters are meant to have funny nicknames like Pencilgun or Dickmachine. I wonder if Alessandro has a nickname. I am sure it will have the word ‘death’ or ‘evil’ in it. Who knows, maybe his nickname is Evil Lord.

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.”