Little Nicknames Novels & Stories

“Oh… Oh, Nicky--” “Nico,” I rasp. “The people who really get close to me… If you want to use a nickname, call me Nico, alright? Nicky was just some stupid kid…” “Hey… Hey Nicky.” And James was the last person to ever fucking call me that. “Nico,” she tries on. And fuck, that feels wrong. It is creepy as fuck hearing that name coming out from these lips in that breathy, feminine voice.

Axel says. “ Fair enough. I know MC’s have road names for their people. But you lasses seem to have some yourselves. I have never seen that before.” “ And you are curious how we got them?” Lilly asks. “ Aye.” Finn says. I have to admit I have been curious about that myself and if anyone is allowed to use the nicknames. “ Not a problem.” Trina Thor’s old lady says. Then she tells us that her nickname is Swift because several years back a prospect had gotten handsy with her and she gave him a swift kick to the balls. Of course she edited it for the kids listening. When she was done explaining I was laughing.

Evan suggested it with a smirk, taunting his brother. “His nickname will be Nico.” Frederick quickly added. “If anyone will call him Nic, then I won’t let anyone play with my pup,” he said, throwing a tantrum like a child. “I like it,” Nimo said. "Nimo and Nico. I loved it." “Solo?” Soleil stated, more like asked, and looked at Amelia. “Mom, my nickname is Solo." Amelia gasped at her suggestion, and so did we.

There was a cop show on, ‘Officer Nolan,’ a voice yelled. “What about Nolan?” I suggested. “Nolan,” he suggested. “Nolan. I guess I can be Nolan until I remember my name.” “It’s as good a name as any. I can also call you ‘No’ as a nickname,” I said, snickering. “I could be called anything. I wouldn’t know any difference.” “Come on, don’t be like that,” I told Nolan as I got to my feet.

"I find out what people are calling me and I get pretty accustomed to it quick. I had to considering I had so many of them." "Does anyone call you Kal?" I shook my head, taking a brief moment to stretch out before answering his question. "No. They said that it sounded too much like a guy's name like that so they took my initials and made a name out of that. Have you ever had strange nicknames?" Crispin turned away from me for a moment, gazing up at the ceiling to think. "Thankfully, just two: Pin and Jenny." "Jenny?" I sniggered. "That's really mean of whoever called you that."

he said speeding off, it almost skipped my mind that Nick is a crazy driver I buckled up my seatbelt quickly. "Let me get you something to chew on" Nick offered heading into another room in the garden, it looked like a decorated balcony I walked around the room touching all the several artifacts in the building, everything looked so beautiful and pleasant…I saw a photo of Nick and another weird-looking guy they did look a bit alike but Nick was more handsome than his partner and huge too. "That's my brother Nicolas" The Name sound so similar " Were you too twin brothers?" I asked " No, but my mom named us that way because of her love for the name"

"I heard about these four sisters right. Christina, Christiana-" "Are you for real?" The guy beside Geegee asked. "Let me finish." Nina glanced at the chuckling guy. "Christine and Chrissy." "Wow. That's really something." The one beside her commented. "I know right. So their nicknames are; Tina, Tiana, Christie and Chris." "It really is something." Lucille smiled. Feeling her anger vanishing. "How is this different from me calling my baby girl Toni?" The sisters laughed. "When you have a daughter, she wouldn't want to be called Toni. Even if it's short for Antonia."

Krissy said. “Like forever?” Gina asked. “Like forever,” Krissy said. “Why do you think he is here buying new beds for you and Lista?” “And Reena.” He said over his shoulder. “And Reena,” Krissy said, laughing. “Really?” Gina asked. “Really, munchkin,” Mark said as he nearly was bulldozed by Gina. “Everyone else has a nickname,” Lista spoke up. “Yes, they do,” Mark said with a smile. “Lista, his nicknames are annoying,” Krissy said.

A mischievous glint in his eyes. “Damn it.” Just like that, James’s anger deflated. As always he could not stay angry with the scamp. Michael looked up to him, wanted to spend time with him, and James loved that. Loved him. Even though the boy had butchered his name while learning to speak, and his family sometimes still teased him with the nickname. “O-lie.” At least he had later moved on to “Jamey.” The females who made their way to James’s bed often called him by the shortened Nicki, as well, but that invited a familiarity he never seemed to feel toward them, and after a quick admonishment, they never did it again.

“Okay,”Nicholas replied. He extended his hand and introduced his name, “I'm Nicholas.” Sensing that the name might be difficult for a child to pronounce, he added, “You can call me Nick.” Coco smiled and shook his head, “Oh. Hello, Mister. I'm Charlotte. Since I hate my name, you can call me Coco.” Nicholas laughed. “What's wrong with Charlotte? It's such a beautiful name. I knew a beautiful woman whose name was Charlotte.”