Jon Moxley Nicknames Novels & Stories

I frowned in confusion, “Mojo?” “The man who lured you here with an act,” he replied and my heart burned with anger when I remembered the man who had pretended to be gay, “they will give you a range of opponents to pick from. No one really picks Mojo because he looks like the most powerful and aggressive, but he is the least trained and skilled. So, pick Mojo.” I found it absurd, “So, the Town is named after a person?” He shook his head, “Mojo was named after the Town instead. Some people see him as the future leader of the pack. He is young, but his father's name speaks for him. His father once ruled the pack and you wouldn't guess what his name was either.”

"See how they are acting? Say something nice about my dress." Maddox was not in a mood to indulge Mindy. "Sorry, Min. I don't get a hard-on when I see you." Mindy slapped his shoulder. "Can't you be polite? I am your sister. Save that behavior for the girls who are fawning over you. And I told you not to call me that." Mindy never liked that nickname which Maddox used when he wanted to tease her. Why does he get to be Max (aka maximum) while she is Min (aka minimum)?

“He does need a bath. He has been in the yard playing with Mo every night, I think.” “Mo? Who’s Mo?” Max asked as he realized who Dillon meant. “You named the big guy, Mo.” “Well, yeah, I mean, back in the ’70s, one of them terrorized a town near St. Louis, and they called it Momo for Missouri Monster. The big guy isn’t a monster, but Mo seems to fit him for some reason,” Dillon explained. Max began to laugh, put his hand on Dillon’s shoulder, and said, “Oh yeah, there is no denying who your mother is. You are just like her. Come on, let’s get started so we will be done before your mom and Wren get home.”

Moira suddenly tensed up; sensing that Angelo was about to drop yet another bombshell on her. “You know him as Tony Scott; but that’s just an alias he’s been using for years. And that’s why…” Angelo said. “What?! No… you can’t be serious… not my Tony…” Moira literally jumped out of her chair but again, her legs threatened to give in to her light weight; so she slumped back into the chair.

He also dislikes violence. Jae Woon himself is famous in his neighborhood as some pompous and fragile prince, even though he never acted like that. His tall stature is attracting other kid's attention, and they are ridiculing him by calling him various bad names, such as beanpole, a stick and the worst one were...Jae Woon refused to remember the nickname. He should forget them and focused on the situation in front of him. "Hey, Mochi." He decided to call this weird thing Mochi since he didn't know its name. "Wake up. Stupid Mochi, wake up!" Jae Woon lightly smacked Mochi's smooth and soft cheeks.

This nickname was suited from Vexon's mouth only. "You better behave, lady. You don't know me." "Well, then introduce yourself and leave my chin, for God's sake!" But he didn't leave it, rather he started stroking it. "You're such a beauty. Fuck!" I wanted to spit on his face. But his stinky breath really stopped me from opening my mouth. I didn't want him to breathe in me. "Well, I'm the to be Mafia king of the Aconites. I'm Carter Cowell," he introduced himself, confusing me more.

He started laughing and then I knew instantly that he was trying to be coy. "Not at all whatever you're imagining. You see, you're one guy in a really long time that has attempted asking me to do something and it gave me this nickname for you. I hope you don't mind because I think it suits you. You do look like a prince though." He said to me, "I guess I do." I said this but I was really skeptical. I still did not trust the man. "What should I call you then?" "Well, call me Maddox. Should have been a mad dog but I mean, I am a wolf, not a dog." He teased.

He sweeps off the cap and flips his trademark dreads left and right. At this moment, Nate feels like crying. It never gets old. Kim Ji-hoon a.k.a. Shadow, leader of the five-member boy band MXO (short for Monte X-O), is on a first-name basis with him. Sure, Nate signed a slew of NDAs so he can’t really tell anyone that they’re related. Everyone knows Shadow as this big-shot celebrity but to Nate, he’s just hyung. Nate fought back the tears because he can’t be seen crying by hyung. Real men don’t cry.

Deciding silence was the better option, she waited for her turn. When it came, she tumbled into the room, nearly tripping over the threshold. Mr. Bradley, perched behind his desk with his usual ridiculous reading glasses balanced at the tip of his nose, greeted her with an amused smirk. "Please come in, young man," he said, sipping his tea. "Thank you, sir," she rumbled, adopting her best “manly” voice. "And your name?" "My name? I’m… uh… Patrick. Patrick Smith, sir."

Stretching his hand forward for a shake, “I work for V.” “V?” She was even more confused. “Mr Morano. Vincent. He goes by V in these parts.” Joseph responded. Victoria was mute. So ‘V’ was his alias, she thought. Everyone had a name in the mafia, Maximof was called ‘Lord Max’ by his peers. Thinking about him felt like a dagger being pierced through her heart. Joseph saw the pang of anguish on her face and nipped his bottom lip as he retracted his hand, “I’m sorry about what happened. I never met Maximof but I heard good things about him.”