Lamar Jackson Fantasy Names Funny Novels & Stories

And he had a mullet haircut. "Oh my god," Cassandra gasped, covering her mouth. "Is that..." "Jackson Sterling. Age 16," Margaret declared proudly. "He wanted to be a rock star. He called his band 'The Silicon Lions'." "It was a phase!" Jackson defended himself, his face turning red. "A bad phase," Serenity laughed so hard she cried. "Look at the eyeliner!" "Next page!" Julian shouted, bouncing on Kian’s lap. The next photo was worse. It was Jackson in a Shakespeare play at school. He was wearing tights.

"Do you think little L.D. will make it?" "Little L.D.?" Trey looks to me with an up turned eyebrow. I try to play it off cool, but my face turns red at being outed in my car naming game. "Yeah, I named him Lemon Drop, but it was too long so we're going with L.D." I shrug and try to wear my best "no big deal" expression. He laughs anyway. "Are all your names after food or is it a recent thing?"

Sky winks at her. Jackson looks at her as if deciding whether to eat her or kill her. Or something else entirely. “It sounds gay,” Damion gives his opinion. He’s right. “Well, I also call him Cockletoes, Pookidoodle, and Croonky, if you must know.” Jackson looks as if he’s going to evaporate. The rest are all laughing. It’s rare to see him flustered. Gotta engage when it happens. “The stuff,” Mel brings us back to the point. I look at my sister. Her tummy is clearly visible through Damion’s huge rock band shirt. Her eyes are dull and red from crying. Her face is pale.

He smiled as we studied the piece of paper. “Darrian is an excellent moniker. Darrian Alexandra Jackson, I love it.” While I adore the name, seeing this devil smiling in that way makes me uneasy. What if he begins pointing out flaws in the infant?

“Right. Yeah, he’s mentioned him. He always calls him Jax though. Didn’t ring a bell right away.” I roll my eyes. “He’s watched Sons of Anarchy way too many times. Jackson is named after our grandfather, who never went by Jax. Well, never according to my grandma, that is.” Jim smiles. “How old is he now?” “He just turned three. He’s so flipping cute. Hopefully he stays that way and isn’t overly influenced by his uncles.” “At least he has a good aunt.” It’s my turn to smile. “I try. So…do you like Indy?”

Alena laughs, and we nod. "Wait, Marcus refers to God Mars?" Georgina looks up from her phone. Is she really searching for our names? "Well, this is a fun conversation." Jackson laughs, and Marcus nods. "Yeah, what all our names mean." Marcus laughs. "Jackson is only complaining because what does your name mean again, Jackson? Oh yes, son of Jack, so perfect for you". Liam looks at Jackson, but Jackson just ignores his dig. "Christmas Liam, if you can't keep things civil leave". I lean over to Marcus.

Laughter erupted from all corners of the unit. "You're practically royalty now!" another agent quipped. "Do we salute when you come in?" Damian snorted, fighting the urge to grin. "I'm not kidding, if any of you so much as send me a 'hubby alert' text, I'm taking away your gym privileges. Jackson, the team's most theatrical (and self-declared bachelor) of the group, gasped theatrically. "Gym privileges? That's sacred, man. But seriously, you? Getting engaged? I thought you were married to the job."

He will decide for their punishment! The warriors held us up while holding our shoulders, making me irked in pain. They weren't gentle at all. "Jackson, you can't do this to me. I am your cousin. Alpha Adam, don't you know that Lily Swanson is the same as Jaque Davis!" If I would go down, I'd rather spill those little beans. I heard gasps from the ladies. and I was familiar with those voices. "Jaque is alive?" That was the idiot Jasmine. "Dad, Jaque is Lily Swanson!"

Oki commented with a smile. "And cute," Darrion added. Both wind let's then snickered and high-fived each other. "Ugi's nickname and mine are cute. Brownie and Cookie," Ruhan smiled nervously. Mac sulked a bit more. "Why can't we have nicknames like the top three? He calls Jai 'Thunder boy', Raka the "Windy boy", and Torfo the 'Fire boy'. I mean, Torfo's the most normal of us all!!"

He bit his lip slowly down his back to reach his beautiful butt that was marked under those pants. "I feel harassed by you, kid " he said giving him a glass of water. "Sorry" he quickly took the glass with water with cheeks flushed. "What is your name? "he asked, leaning on the desk. "Luke Risco Miller, sir said after a few seconds, And yours? "You do not know what my name is? I feel in prehistory " he laughed shaking his head" Nathan Jackson . "Nice name, How old are you?" If I was going to be there, I had to do some kind of conversation.