Hermione Nickname Novels & Stories

’ Her expression darkened at once. Baby Robbie told Hecate, “It’s my mommy.” Hecate’s expression stiffened. “How can you save your mother’s contact under such a cheesy name?” “Cheesy?” Baby Robbie frowned. All the sisters had come up with this nickname together. They all thought that this nickname suited their beautiful and kind mommy the most. However, Baby Robbie did not know why Hecate thought the name was cheesy. “Hecate, she’s my mommy. You’re not allowed to speak about her so rudely.”

I heard an unknown female's voice and rushed over to the front door. She better realize that Thane was a claimed man. I was still kind of in the mood to kick some ass, and this random chick's would suit well enough. I pushed by Finn and Drace. "Hey, I'm Hollyn. Who are you again?" I stepped between her and Thane. Thane chuckled from behind me. "She said her name's Kiema." I rolled the name around in my head. It sounded more like pie-eema. What a stupid name.

"Wow. Now tell me what’s the story behind that nickname? I've never heard anyone call Lya like that, we’re dying to know." Romer glanced at me, a mischievous grin playing on his lips before he turned back to my friends. "Ah, the famous ‘Fluff" nickname." He chuckled softly. I felt my face heat up, knowing exactly what he was about to say. My friends stared at him, wide-eyed, eager for the explanation.

she felt like she had heard that word before, but she couldn't for the life of her remember where she had heard it from. “Yeah, it is supposed to sound familiar. It is the nickname I gave to you when we were kids. You had eyes like my favorite cookies, but you absolutely hated the name, not that it stopped me from still calling you it.” Charlotte wrinkled her nose in distaste as her eyes dropped to her food that was getting cold on her plate, “I still hate it now. Who wants to be called little, not to talk of little brown? Couldn't you have come up with something better?” She liked the name, but she was not going to be telling him that. She was so sure that she must have liked it when she wa

He was supposed to minister the medicines to me after my meal. "You will need lemon tea to mix the medicines in" "I hate lemon" "bear with it princess" "Hey, why do you get to call me the sweet name when Henry calls me something else" "Sorry" "Geez! You think I was serious? I was just joking. It's the first time you are giving me a nickname. Henry calls me pumpkin, not like he would stop. He didn't even see 'lettuce' to call me" I laughed on hearing how it had slipped from my tongue.

Remembering the tough and fearless little witch from neck home. "Dont get too hurt, she has a cloaking spell up still. She isn't as innocent as you think, Kris. She's hiding something." "But... she's........ Hunnie....is so much younger than you Bahm. How could you use your full strength on a woman?" "Honey?" He cocks his head and scrutinizes my face. "Her name is Hunnie, with a u, n.n.i.e" I spell it out to him. Recalling how she taught me in first grade.

For as long as I can remember, I have always referred to my mother as Freda—her own name—and calling her mom or mother always sounded so weird to my ears. “Where are you?” she asked, her tone even more icy than mine. Hermione always referred to her as the ice queen, maybe because we have never seen her as anything else other than icy. Her personality was even colder than her voice, and if not for the fact that we are still with her till this time—despite all the mistakes we have made—I would have concluded that we are not her children.

He says. “Perfect. She will do, quite alright. Blacktooth, you have finally caught a gold mine!” Mr. Wicker grins at Blacktooth, this time I can tell the smile seem genuine. I raise my eyebrow questioningly at Blacktooth, who just gives me a sheepish smile. “Alright dear...” Mr. Wicker says to me, then he sends a look to Dris and Blacktooth. “Hermione sir. Her name is Hermione, Mr. Wicker.” Blacktooth says humbly

Her eyes sparkle everytime she shares her dreams and plans, telling me she’s had it all figured out ever since she was a teenager. “You can do whatever you want, my Irish Queen,” I promise her, placing a kiss on her forehead. Heidi narrows her eyes, confused with her new nickname. “Irish Queen?” she repeats, sounding genuinely curious. I shrug. “Well, you’re the queen of the Irish Kings now. I used to call you Bookgirl before, so… I guess you’ve been promoted.” Heidi laughs. “It does sound like a promotion… Irish Queen.” She rolls the words on her tongue as if evaluating how they sound and how she feels about it. “You know, I kind of like it. It’s powerful and sexy.”

"I stay with my two younger brothers” “What's your name," she asked. Ruke, yours? Let me guess Diana? “Nope," she said, looking unamused. My name's not Diana, it's Hermione. “Wow! That's fitting. It suits you”. Ruke could hear his brothers coming towards the kitchen. “Here comes my brothers”. She becomes somewhat tense and he tries to reassure her that they were harmless. “Who do we have here, ruke?” asked Raphael with a roguish smile.