Harry Potter Nicknames Novels & Stories

I flip my hair dramatically. "Didn't we take a class together? I could've sworn we had chemistry." He exclaims. "I'm thinking it was history. Which is what you should be right now." I say innocently. "Are you a magician? Because abraca-dayum, girl!" "Yeah. Now watch me disappear." "Is your last name Campbell? Because you're Mmm Mmm good!" "Your nickname must be Dirt Devil because tonight you'll be alone with the power of an upright in the palm of your hand."

He cursed under his breath. My mind was spinning. My heartbeat was everywhere. “Who?” He dragged a hand down his face—my face—and let out a long breath. “Jolyeen Hitler. She goes by the nickname Jack the Trader.”

"God, don't kill someone in front of me." "No worries, honey pie. Whoever I kill won't be some innocent soul." "Jesus, where do you get these nicknames from?" "Don't like it? I came up with it especially for you." "Well, it sounds like a nickname intended for girls. Cringy." "It's not for girls. It's specially for you. Or do you prefer I call you cupcake, muffin, sugar, little honey baby, darling, or my princesso?" "Please don't. They sound horrible."

If anything, that’s the nickname I hate the most, yet it’s the one that’s stuck the longest. Charlotte the Harlot, Reigh’s stupid play on my name that he made everyone run with sophomore year. “Is there anything I can help you with? Or are you just going about doing your daily rounds?” “Daily rounds?” “You know, charm a girls pants off, sneak into the closest bathroom, forget her name the next day?” I lift a brow as I shift to look up at him, my face innocent, “Too bad for you though, this Harlot’s already fully booked for the night.”

We are going to spend the day out away from all these, just like Suzy stated it. As for Nick, he is a silent guy. Barely speaking, barely moves aside from the fact that he needs to ask Suzy, occasionally, about where we are going to go. He's tall like Marcus but not as bulky as him. Nick is skinny, only slightly build and also, he wears eyeglasses. He almost looks like that guy from Harry Potter.

“I’m just so speechless right now. This is such a huge help for those kids. Thank you so much Mr. Scott. This is really going to make them extremely joyful.” “I really wanted to help so badly. He answers. “Also, we don’t need to be so formal here, you can just call me Harry.” I bite my lower lip and took my chance, “By chance, is Harry a nickname?” I finally had the chance to ask since all the signs were clear as crystal in my head as I bite my lower lip and I just have to find out. “Yeah. It’s short for Harrison.” He answered right away.

“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.

In both business and battle, he is a force to be reckoned with. "Please, the only nickname they remember you by is Weasley. Whereas no one can forget 'the brooding alpha'," came a second male voice from Aurora's side. I look over and see Alpha Caspian wrap his arms around Aurora, which makes a blush creep up her neck and ears.

“And you think I’ll take that just because you said so? We’re in this, till I say we aren't…missy.” “Enough with the weird names. You know my name—Nicole.” He turned his head slightly, his grin just infuriating enough to make my fingers twitch. “Why? Does it make your heart flutter when I call you names?” I scoffed. “Please. The day that happens, I’ll jump off a cliff. Just call me by my name.” He hummed, pretending to think. “Nah, they fit you better. Shorty” he smirked. “Oh, really?” I leaned back, crossing my arms. “Then I guess I’ll call you Ego head from now on. That’s for when you talk too much. And Hockman…for when you call me by my surname.”

"If you could come up with a good name, we'd go with yours. If you couldn't think of one you liked, we'd use Hunter as a backup." Thinking that sounded about right, Paige asked again, "What about a nickname?" “Does he need a nickname?" Paige nodded. "Of course. Otherwise, are we going to call him Hunter all the time? We need a nickname to make it more intimate. How about Hunny?" Since he was chubby and cute, calling him Hunny would suit him. However, Chris replied, “This nickname might be okay when he's little, but as he grows older, it'll tarnish his image."