Joker Nicknames Novels & Stories

"Wait. I've told you my nicknames. What are yours?" Since I've shared my nicknames, both flattering and not-so-flattering I guess it was only fair he told me his in return. A chuckle escaped him and I hate to admit that it was starting to grow on me. His chuckle, not the person behind it to be clear! I would never ever admit to liking a hockey player. "Well, you already guessed the one people use mostly. That would be: asshole. But those who know me and consider me to be their friend call me Nath or Niel. Whichever part of my name sticks with them. And I don't mind either way."

I tell her. “Whose pack?” “Oh, sorry, that's right. You wouldn't know them by those names. They’re nicknames that our friend Zach gave Yorick and Cyra. Well, Striker is a codename given by Raptor and Steel, two elite fighters,” I tell her as I lead her out of the courthouse. Then, I turn to look at her. “But I don’t want to talk about them. I want to talk about you.” She looks down, clasping her hands together. “You were in there. You know what he did. You don’t want me.”

Nixon nods, "He's right on that front. We've been bounty hunters longer than we've been military men, ever since we left I believe." "We were considered geniuses you know?" Seth comments. "What do you mean?" Tsuki arches an eyebrow. "We got nicknames," Nixon goes on, collecting wood for a fire, taking sticks surrounding them, and pulling rocks from the ground. "I'm called the Mad Jackal while Seth is called the Black Fox. My nickname has less significance than Seth's though. Seth prefers close quarters combat so he'd sneak up against enemy lines without anyone knowing and only use a small revolver, the enemy's weapons, and swords, excluding his knowledge of combat of course. That was when th

“I meant everything that I said out there, because I really do get it. If I were in your position, I’d do the same, and I know it. You do what you need to do.” “Fuck, man,” Nails said, greatly amused now. “You running for sainthood or something?” “Saint Ace,” Joker sneered. “That’s what you’re after?” Ace said nothing. “Hey, Joker,” Nails said. “Know what I remember about most saints from my Catholic school days?” “Nuh-uh,” Joker said. “What?”

Dina sighed internally, she had been avoiding this, the first nickname that came to her mind when she first thought about it was 'Jackie' but she didn't want to call her cute puppy son after her asshole of a boyfriend. But in the end, their nicknames sounded the same, so, she finally gave up on the nicknames stuff and decided to call Jack simply by his name. "Well, em, what about... Jacky-boy?" Jerry asked. "I don't like it," Jack answered back with a pout, Jerry struggled in his arms to get off but Jack only tightened his hold making him feel speechless. "Wacko Jacko?" Jerry reasoned. "NO," Jack replied firmly. "Em, I might as well just call you sweetheart, hehe, em then what of Jacko, just

"You've been brooding, Sphinx, and this is the longest I've seen you lost in thought." As she called me the nickname that had been given to me, I stared hard at her. In the Ferrovia Famiglias, each member had a nickname by which they were identified. Giovanni's name was Falco, and he had adopted the nickname Falcon. In my opinion, I believed it suited him due to his reputation for having a sharp, strategic mind and an unwavering focus on his goals. Like a falcon, he was known for his keen observational skills, precision in executing plans, and the ability to strike at his enemies swiftly.

,A cocky bitch says as I step beside Kaiden. "You look happy, Alpha Roman. Could it be killing Amber and locking up Helen put that smile on your face",he stared at me. "You could say that, Bet," he growled at his nickname. Don't know why he got Bet as a nickname, but he is as stupid as a pile of rocks. He growls at me when I chuckle. "You know Bet that nickname doesn't suit you. I got a good one. I say we call you Stupid",he grits his teeth.

Alessandro Casio had made his name in the Mafia world as Il Pazzo, meaning The Mad One. The only thing being able to keep him sane had been Hezekiah Parker, his bodyguard and lover. Their relationship had been surprising as they were polar opposites. Alexander very unstable and Hezekiah, quiet and aloof. People still said that the reason why the world hadn't erupted into flames was because of him, and Paris believed it. He had watched Alexander gut someone with an ecstatic look on his face making sure they didn't pass out all through it but nothing could compare to the version he was when he had Hezekiah by his side.

“There is a man who claims to be a friend of yours here to collect something. Should we show him to the backroom?” The backroom was a place for secret dealings. Those who worked for Jericho knew better than to question his business. He went by many names and was famous for many reasons in this industry. For those sluts in his invitation-only VVIP BDSM club, he was a very popular bottom dom. Drinkers who liked his rip-off prices and prime security called him Mama Jerry. However, his bouncers and customers in Dawn’s line of work knew that he was also known as JJ, the informant who drowned his enemies with honey.

“Probably because he hates me.” “Yeah, but he doesn’t like that friend of yours either. J.J. McCannon, or whatever his name is.” “Cannon?” “Is that what you call him?” I nodded. “Yeah. He kind of hates the name J.J. And Jamaal. Only social workers and sportscasters—people he claims never knew a thing about him—have ever called him that, so I made sure to refer to him as McCannon when I first got to know him, until Izzy met him and botched his name, forgetting the M C at the beginning. Ever since then, he’s just been Cannon.”