Jon Moxley Nicknames Novels & Stories

When I dry my hair my phone vibrates so I picked and put it on speaker to hear my friend Jackson's voice, "Hey RM" He is also an Alpha too, Glory Moon pack in the west, and he is also a mafia leader for all gangs in west. From the start, he agreed to stay under me. I met him when I was a teenager, don't ask how. It's weird and whoever hears will get terrified, one thing is for sure it's not in a good way. We both were a bad combination. If John knows I am talking with him he will lecture me for an hour. He thought Jackson is a bad influence but to be honest we both were same in some aspects that no one will find in any soon cause whoever found is not above the land nor inside so I want to ke

I kept our eyes connected and replied. "I know you don't want to kill me Nicholas but either way I owe you an explanation. My full name is supposed to be Dominic Johnson. I was adopted shortly after my birth, but my adoptive family was killed a few years ago so Xavier took me in and raised me as The Mysterious Demon, a street fighter. To replace my brother had been my role and it's been a part of my life ever since. The gym is just a part-time job. My real life is here in the ring."

Keya P.O.V In Grammys' room, she was on ten with the flirting. This is worst than with Carmelo like she's even given Manny a nickname – The Stallion! I actually like it, shit he's hung like one! But I don't think they'll let me call them that. OMG, I knew she heard us! And all this fool can say is, my bad, ugh!! I know she's gonna bug me all day about it, jeez. Walking like a cowgirl? Now she knows that I've been bow-legged since birth. My knees don't touch it's not my fault.

The other boys had teased the hell out of him about his little mole because she was always at his side and they'd kept calling her Jocie no matter how many times she told them not to because she was going to grow breasts when she got older not balls. How did he know that name? Her eyes sought his which she knew were already staring at her. His eyes held hers, soft and tempting and knowing. The moment was lost soon after as his phone rang out. It's no offence when it's his phone, incase you were wondering. "Yeah, this is Jordan McGrath, any issue with that?" Does he always have to sound angry. Jojo turned back to her work trying hard to tune out his deep baritone as he took his call.

“Oh for the love of the goddess. Don't ask that, or he'll never shut up again.” Marrok rolls his eyes and lies down on his four paws. Romeo sits down near him. “Marrok name means ‘A knight thought to be a werewolf.’ It is a very noble name.” “But his nickname is ‘Moron’.” - Julius says. "What you said? Next time you sleep I will take over your body and make you fall out of the window.” Romeo hasn't laughed so much in a long time

I need that hug right now, I want to give one back in return. It's then I see someone approaching from behind. Leonard can't see Mason, the quietest member of our team, who goes by the name of Mace because basically because he gets in, gets the job done, and does it with the quickest efficiency any of us have ever seen. We joke it's because he's a single dad, and has to jerk it fast. Today I'm not joking, and my heart is in my throat as I see him get closer to the two standing on the sidewalk.

Like everyone else, Darby Caughill probably has very good reason to dislike me greatly. But luckily for me, she doesn’t need to like me. She just needs to marry me. I swivel in my desk chair with my cell gripped tightly in my fist. The urge to hurl it at the wall is monstrous. I guess I’ve earned my nicknames. They call me Monster Montague. That or my favorite Lord Lee On Poo, shortened down over the months to Lord Poo. The first has a nice ring to it. I don’t mind it at all. The second irks me, but only because the people who work for me can’t say my last name, which is part of the name of the damn company they work for. They’re calling it Mont-a-gue, not Mon-tag, which is the right way to

We were only allowed to talk less than 3 minutes on the burner phone. Days passed, and I didn't hear anything from Damon. Troy was also keeping his distance as he always locked himself up in the study room. I was bored to death and spent most of my time talking with Bucks, whose real name was Robin. Apparently Bucks was just a street name he earned on the street due to his huge muscular physique and I understood why. He was well-built, had that bouncer mess with me, and I'll kick your ass kinda look.

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

Mason You didn't become a top enforcer for the biggest motorcycle club in the whole Austin, Texas area without cracking a few fucking skulls. To put it fucking mildly. I came from nothing. My momma named me Israel but I earned the name Mason. Even as a little boy, I loved all things with a motor, especially bikes. I got my nickname because my asshole father was a renowned mason. He was quite gifted, and good at his job, and his plans were for me to follow in his footsteps when I got older.