Jon Moxley Nicknames の小説・ストーリー

“What if that really was my first kiss? You could’ve ruined me. I might never trust a guy again.” The worker opened the metal bar and shouted, “Time’s up. Everybody out.” The stranger brushed my hair away from my face. “You’ll be fine,” he said in a rough voice. “Don’t be too sure.” “Don’t doubt me. I know a lot about people. And I already told you, my name is Monster.” “That might just be your nickname—” I started. “Nicknames say more than real names.” I agreed because my father called my older brother, Aiden, Mo Orga. It means “my golden” in Irish. He called my middle brother, Henry, Ceann Beag. That means “little one.”

The other guy didn't fare any better. Staring at the boxing ring, I felt a pang of disappointment that it wasn't the chain-linked octagon. I hadn't fought like that since I was twenty years old when the name Nox disappeared from the circuit and from my life. And then one day I told Jo about it, and she liked the nickname. Instead of associating it with a shadowy past, it had new meaning. I hadn't used it again until the day I took off my wedding ring—the day I met Charli.

"Despite their belief in the Moon Goddess being next to nothing, they like to make people think they believe in her. That means being an outstanding citizen." Our journey-which remains under a veil of uncertain Malik sewed himself-lead upstairs, and into a restricted zone for the competitors. The moment my feet touched the top landing, I felt a thrill of exhilaration strike through me. Now my nickname Trouble Maker is beginning to have a lot more material behind it to back it up. "This is-" My words of complaint were cut off by Malik holding his hand up.

The two guards whispered quickly in Jack's ear, and he shoved away the woman draped across his lap and studied Andrew with sharp eyes. "So, you're Mr. Andrew Lloyd of Gabo Creek?" Andrew smiled politely. "That's right. I hope I'm not intruding." Jack's fleshy face lit up with excitement. "Not at all. Having you in my humble place is an honor! Mr. Lloyd, you're incredible! Anyone who can fight his way out of Goldridge and crush that piece of shit leader from Hidden Dragon deserves my respect. I'm Jack Moss, also known as Big Jack." The nickname 'Big Jack' caught Andrew off guard, but looking at the man's size, it fit too perfectly.

Richard said. I smiled and nodded. Moose, whose real name was Warren Jenkins, started out as a L.A. cop who went deep undercover with a West Coast biker gang. He'd been instrumental in a slew of arrests, and all the cases he worked on wound up with the perps serving long stretches in California prisons. The LAPD tried to bring him in and assign him to regular patrol duty, but that proved to be a disaster. Moose, by then, was too much into the biker culture. There was no place in Darryl Gate's strait-laced, image-conscious department for a six-foot, eight inch, three hundred pound man who had tattoos over sixty percent of his body, didn't like haircuts, and wanted to wear a beard.

” I pleaded, hopeful not to offend him with my request. He looked down at me quizzically before he lifted our joined hands, put his other hand on my back, and, after leaving a small space between us, started swaying us gently so that my feet only shuffled on the floor, ”Well, first of all, Luna, please do not title me. Please call me Maddox, Mad, Ox, or Oxy, as your mate does. Among friends, titles are useless.” He corrected me, and I nodded acceptantly.

"Kelly, knows this story, of course, and I think Mark and Drake might, or might have heard rumors. So... back in high school, I used to have a nickname. "Dunk the Dong!" Mark yelled, drawing laughter from everyone. Duncan chuckled and shook his head affirmatively. "Yeah, Duncan the Dong, or Dunk the Dong. This is how I got the nickname." "We know you've got a shovel in your pants," Drake said, grinning. Molly slapped his arm playfully. "Shush, I wanna hear this." "You and every other woman here," he replied, drawing laughs.

And now, he was praising her for doing it well. What was happening in this family? I looked to Hawk to find him still wearing the same expression he’s had all night - caught between a smile and a cry. “Ok, Cinnamon,” Jeff said, gesturing to me. He didn’t need to though; I’d accepted the fact that from now on, I was Cinnamon to Jeff Moose, just as I was Milkshake to Gina Moose. But on the bright side, I had it better than Hawk and Dove. Hawk was ‘Beef Jerky’ to Jeff, and ‘Pepper Chicken’ to Gina. And Dove was 'Carrot Cake' to Jeff, and 'Sweet Barbeque' to Gina. So, yeah, the Moose parents loved food related names. Although, when referring to themselves, the names shared the same kind of cra

While below them were the staff sergeant, sergeant, and corporal. Tall Moxie was a staff sergeant, while Leafy Flight was only a corporal, two ranks removed from Tall Moxie himself. “Inform our superiors?” Tall Moxie chuckled. “Aren’t you aware of how Six Doors currently is? Do you think informing them works? “I am sure you know if the Red Spider has completely disappeared from the northern martial arts community, Leafy Flight.”

He squinted in the sunlight, the figure was far too tall to be Cara. Feigning slight disappointment he crouched down to pet the dog. “Archer?” The voice came from the tall, model-like figure. Archer stood up, forcing a polite smile to his face. “Or should I say, Zach Maddox? Which do you prefer?” Her face tilted sideways, mocking him. Archer’s smile dropped as he felt the sarcasm stab at him. “Sorry do I know you?” He asked confusion wavered through his voice.