Gothic Nicknames Generator Novels & Stories

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

“Oh… Oh, Nicky--” “Nico,” I rasp. “The people who really get close to me… If you want to use a nickname, call me Nico, alright? Nicky was just some stupid kid…” “Hey… Hey Nicky.” And James was the last person to ever fucking call me that. “Nico,” she tries on. And fuck, that feels wrong. It is creepy as fuck hearing that name coming out from these lips in that breathy, feminine voice.

A flicker of rage sparks in his gaze, clearly remembering his earlier anger at Ryan as his head had emerged from beneath the table. “That’s enough, NIck,” Marcus’s voice rumbles out, chastising his friend and cutting off ryan's’s response. The name echoes in my mind as I attempt to place where I’ve heard it before. “NIck?” I ask, stumbling a step back as apprehension sparks in my mind. “Nick Gustan.” Ryan jerks back in surprise, clearly recognizing the name too. The name is a statement, not a question anymore because I know the man standing in front of me. Any person with underground connections would know that name. But hell, I hadn’t even known he was a wolf, let alone that he was allied w

he raised a brow at me. I stared around the area for a fleeting second before turning to him. "Something like Aethereia, Luminaria, Floraison, those are far better names. Unique and not commonly found. But if you want something common, maybe floral falls or a petal oasis; no offense to your name, but Jack Russell sounded like something an obnoxious teenager would name a field as lovely as this." "Offense taken," Jack's glare intensified. "Besides, I like Aethereia, what does that mean?"

I add Denali, Yukon, Mako, Aspen, Aurora, Luna, Indigo, Sasha, Kyra, Kira, and a few others. I type “wolf names” into the search engine and the second site excites me. The names are dire wolves, the mythological-like dogs, adopted by the Stark children on HBO’s Game of Thrones. I’m a huge GOT fan. The names include: Ghost, Lady, Summer, Nymeria, Shaggy Dog, and Grey Wind. I quickly move my curser to number two on my list and insert Nymeria, Ghost, and Lady. This moves all other names farther down the list of possibilities. I circle Nymeria, as Arya Stark is a favorite character of mine.

JULIE "Yeah, sure. Call me Nick or Nicholas," he suggests and heat coats my cheeks when I realize he just asked me to use his pet name if I like. "Okay.. so how about — um… Nick?" I say, almost whispering the words. I am not sure if I sound pleasant or nervous. Whatever it is, I am surely nervous right now. His name is pretty, to be honest. Nicholas — a Greek name, if the knowledge is still in my mind. And it means the "victory of people". It is a strong and bold name, perfect for a bold and humble man like him.

) Anisa quizzed. (Just shh!) I pleaded. "You guys are the Stillblood twins aren't you? Vanessa and Charlene Stillblood…the birthday girls. Oh gosh, I feel embarrassed. Pardon my manners, I am Nicholas Ray Morgan, but call me Nick. It's nice to make your acquaintance" Nick brought out his hand for a shake. I took his hand. "It's no big deal, really" "Sure, it is and if he bothered to do his research before accepting father's invitation he would know we don't like being addressed by our first names because they don't rhyme. I am Anisa and she's Aniston"

“But that’s not even the main thing! Some man booked you for a private!!! Shade himself!” “Who?” I grimace skeptically. What a nickname. People really love their edgy little aliases… and idiots fall for it. Like Ksyusha. Tell her some “Skull,” “Demon,” “Ghoul,” “Knuckles,” or now “Shade” showed up, and she’s already running headfirst toward them like a moth to a flame.

I snapped as he stared at my bare legs from the door way. “I’m going anywhere your not going to be!”I snapped . He must be a gambler,because all emotions drained away til he stare at you with an unreadable glare. “Queen bee ,you wound me with that venomous tongue of yours. Please,Come in the kitchen and sign this paper please.” “ if you insist on calling me that horrid nick name. Then I will call you Lancelot.” I cheekily stated “Lancelot ? What kind of nick name is that?” Clayton asked “your horrible at making up nick names”

And I sure as shit don’t want to listen to it. “You can call me Whiskey” I said cautiously. “Whiskey?” he asked. His surprise is warranted. It’s a dumb nickname, but it’s better than the actual scientific name the hunters gave me. Viski Gol’f Dva (WG-02). Otherwise known as, Wolf-Girl Zero-Two. Pretty fucking dumb, and yet perfectly typical of the hunters to be so uncaring as to not even give their creation a name. “Whiskey” I confirmed with a nod of my head. He shrugged and stood up, brushing the dirt from his jeans.