Joker Nicknames Novels & Stories

My actions earned me a knowing smile and patronising nod. "Permit my ungentlemanly behaviour, but if I'm not wrong, a doctor came out, not long ago, to tell you how the situation is way over what they can handle if the patient —which I presume to be your sister— doesn't get to be with someone named 'Joker'. Mr. Brighton's alias just happens to be that and he's ready, willing and available to do as told. Do you want your sister to die due to your bullhead stubbornness?"

I try to push forward to escape him, but he simply hooks his arm around my waist and yanks me right back against his chest. "My nickname, Anor." "Ahhhhh!" My loud scream is met with hi laughter. "Nickname, nickname. Fine!" I huff, splashing the water slightly. "What about *Dollar Bills*?" He stops massaging completely. I hold back a bubbling laugh. "My birth name sounds significantly better than that," he deadpans. "Okay, okay. What about *Sugar Daddy*?" "Anor." God, it is so incredibly easy to rile him up.

Spear Guy said. "He’s not dead… Just passed out again." Joker responded. “Really? Control yourself, Rake.” ‘C'mon Dard, he was insufferable.’ He said through gritted teeth. ‘Rake and Dard… terrible names. Almost as bad as Joke— Rake's temper, of course, he hid it behind jest.’ I waited, as their footsteps echoed. Getting closer. Closer still. My breathing slowed. My heartbeat found a rhythm. I waited till they were close enough. Enough for me to feel their breath on my face.

, you get to give him a nickname but I can't? Emmett: What about me,can't I get a nickname too? Nick: Nope, not at all, go fuck a bitch... Jerry: Then anything she calls you while fucking her gets to be your nickname. Emmett: Seriously guys stoppp ittt. Nick:What's the double spelling for, you fucking a bitch? Jerry: He is in bedroom mode . Emmett: laughing emojis Antonio: Crazy fuckers Jerry: Why did you leave all of a sudden?

"My first name is Commander. End of tactical briefing." "Fine, keep your secrets," Joanna chuckled, shaking her head. "Exactly," Jolie agreed, beaming. "Besides, if he won't tell us, I'll just have to choose a nickname for him! How about Sparky? Or Cuddles?" Briggs looked genuinely horrified, his stone-faced facade cracking for a fraction of a second. "Do not call me Cuddles." Joanna burst out laughing, the mental image of the lethal, fire-wielding soldier answering to "Cuddles" completely breaking her serious exterior. She was just about to make a crack about it when Jake suddenly slammed on the brakes.

If the elites laughed, everyone laughed. It was the survival of the cruelest, and today I was the main event. I stared at my tray, trying to breathe through the humiliation. “Is it heavy?” a cold voice asked. The room went silent. Jaxson King. The hockey captain was looking right at me. "Is that your third tray, Hulk?" he said. "Or are you just pacing yourself today?” The hall roared again. The nickname "Hulk" felt like a physical slap every time. Jaxson had called me that on my very first day at Sterling Heights, and it stuck.

It made them feel like Clark was half-manic. It was why people saw him as a maniac. Clark had a nickname too, the Mantis King. With his trusty dagger in hand, he was quite unpredictable and could easily wring someone's head off. Jeckle nodded. He was very pleased with Clark's attitude and said, "It seems you analyzed the situation well. I think you know what to do." "Of course." Clark was well aware that if he did not look for Wilbur after Wilbur killed Mondorra, it would make him appear fearful of Wilbur. However, he felt that the perception of others was meaningless.

"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.

The hunger gnaws at me, so I grab the phone, stabbin' the number for room service with more force than necessary. “Room and name?” The guy on the other end sounds like he’s ready to quit life. “Joker, room 121,” I say through gritted teeth, already regrettin' this call. “Name?” What, is he hard of hearing? “Joker,” I repeat, slower this time. “I mean your real name,” he says, and my patience starts to slip. “That is my real name. Joker Napier. Want me to spell it?” I can hear him muttering, but I keep my cool. Just barely.