Jerk Guy Names Novels & Stories

But just as I was about to take two steps forward, Erik cleared his throat loudly, stopping me dead in my tracks and forcing me to turn around and met his paralysing stare which was shockingly raw. "What's your name?" He asked me in a voice that was surprisingly warm. We weren't friends or anything so him asking my name was definitely weird and it seemed I wasn't the only one among the three of us who found his behavior quite peculiar. Madeline and Hazel did too, and now they just stood there with their jaws dropped as if they were spectators of a very weird show. "Uhhh my name is.....uhmm.. Ashanti." I stammered a reply, wondering to myself as to why that man wanted to know my name.

What is our business is the way the guys showed up. Carter’s a wall solid, immovable. Derrick never misses a chance to deliver the official response, usually paired with both middle fingers and a very enthusiastic, “Get a life, dickhead.” Jace is my favorite, though. He wants to be intimidating like Derrick, but that’s not who he is. When reporters corner him, he stammers out, “Get a life, p-please.” It’s the p-please. Kills me every time. Kills Tyler too.

"Okay. *** I hurried over to the gym. For some reason I felt it necessary to hurry and get there to calm my nerves. It didn't work. My heartbeat thudded loudly in my head, reminding me each second of the dying man outside. Only two boys had shown up so far, and I let them spar in the ring while I watched nervously from the side. Lucy yawned at my feet, and I glanced down at her big eyes. "What do you think?" I asked. "Do you think he's okay?" "Who are you talkin' to?" I glanced up at a young boy. "I'm talking to my dog," I mumbled. "Can I help you?" He looked around, obviously confused. "My name is Dakota, and I'm looking for Mr. Wes." He's bushy brows furrowed. "Who are you?"

He introduced himself and extends his hand to them. The amused one is the first one to reach for it. "The name is Klyde, Klyde McMarrow." Klyde shook their hands and motion the others. "This is Nick." It's the brown haired guy who talked to him first. Nick waved his hands at him and cryptically smile. "Lukan's my brother." The guy who never talks. "And of course, our asian guy here is Mahiriko. You can just call him Riko. It's his nickname because his name is as long as the great wall of China." Klyde humoured. Baxter chuckled. "It's uhm-- nice to meet you guys." He uttered to the guys he just met.

It means it’s fookin’ good! ‘Oh, I sorry,’ Hemay said. ‘Luke, what’s yer name?’ ‘Jesus Maria Lopez Periquito.’ ‘Hay-soos fookin’ Marry-eh! What sort of fookin’ name is that?’ Both men started laughing so much they belly ached, as did the rest of the crew standing around. Then they went back to work: sawing, smashing, laying, moving, mixing, dust ridden, shoulders aching. At the end of the day, Jonty called out,

"She is making it seem like I force myself on her." "Of course, you did, she went for someone else and you swindled her into renting you." "Jayden shut up" "Fine bully" "My names are getting many." Jayden looks at him. "Yes, everyone keeps calling me one name or the other of the things they noticed about me." "What other names have been added? Apart from gay, loony; asshole; weirdo; insolent; hooligan; bully; cold man, ice man..." "Kisser! Chaser!"

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

His sobbing picked up again. Jerard, as it turned out, was the name of their leader. They were a mercenary group of kicked out cops and military. Nothing like a good old fashioned group of dishonorably discharged assholes to do the shitty things that the law wouldn’t do. They weren’t a big group. They didn’t do multiple teams. It was just them as a group, doing hired kills for the highest bidder. However they wanted.

Her voice came again but I ignored, getting back to my work. Jace and Roman came in with Roman walking with a crutches. “ Is that an improvement??” I asked with a slight smile and he frowned. “ Just didn't feel like wheeling myself around today. Don't add meaning” Roman said sitting by my side, while dropping the crutches next to me. “ So Lucas sent the nickname…the appropriate ones he could come up with” Jace mumbled “ Okay” Roman and I said at once. “ So..we have RALJ…ARLJ…and JARL which I think sounds nice and great” Jace mumbled with a smile.

another man said, while the others burst out laughing "Well I must say, you are very pretty Miss Kierra. It's nice to meet you. My name is Vick, commonly called Igatus" A huge man stood up to shake my hands. He was so tall and huge that my palms sank into his like he was shaking the hands of a child. "Nice to meet you Vick, …Iga….what. Sorry I didn't get the last part" "It's Igatus, that's more like a fun name for him" Aden replied