Little Nicknames Novels & Stories

Ever since the battle, my cheeky friends started calling me ‘Queenie’ or ‘Empress’ , constantly teasing me about my new role. “What am I, invisible?” Ren jokes with a chuckle, sitting at the table, across from Lia and Blake. “Hi, Invisible.” Lia laughs heartily, making Blake snort quietly in amusement. “You damn witch.” Ren grumbles sulkily, shaking his head. “Get used to it, Lorenzo. – Blake teases – No one can escape my girl’s nicknaming.” “Nicknaming?” I tilt my head questioningly. “Lia has a habit of giving people nicknames. – Blake shrugs – Like ‘queenie’, ‘squirrel’, ‘muffin’, ‘peanut’ and so on…”

“You can’t do anything about that.” “Okay, I have to ask,” Annie said, interrupting us. “What’s with the nickname? Why Minnie?” “Sometimes when she sleeps, she does that wiggly thing with her nose,” Jake said and smiled. “Like a mouse. And she is small. She is Minnie Mouse.” I could see Nick tense up. His grip around my thigh tightened. “I am not small,” I complained. “You kind of are,” Gabriel said with a smirk. “I guess I got all the height.”

“I can do the—” “Oops! Don’t refuse. And isn’t your name Luna? It is easy to remember because of its meaning which means moon. So I’m Nicko Luna, I’m the cousin of Lucas, that guy—” “Sociopath and psychopath,” I added. “Come on! And you called him that? Oh, when you hear that, you’re ready,” Nicko suddenly warned me, which made me smile. “That word did not come from me but from those who knew him. And one more thing, it’s true that he’s like that why would he be angry?” I said to him who nodded his head.

"Babe, it's what all the girls say. And believe me when I say that they use that exact phrase and worse when they're talking about Leo the Lion here." I sighed. "Not the Lion. Please. Anything but that. It's been following me around since high school, and I'm tired of it." "Sorry." Ellie wrinkled her nose. "I get it. My sisters used to call me Ellyphant when we were growing up. They still do it to be mean now and then. I hate it." "Who knew I had a veritable zoo right here?" Corey snickered. "Now me, I never had any nicknames. Just plain old Corey Iverson."

"So, tell me your other name." "Marc." "Tony Marc?" I teased him. His laugh is so beautiful. My heart is just melting for him. "Marc Anthony." "Ah! Like the singer!" "Like the Roman General." "Whoa! Where is your Cleopatra?" He laughed again. Nick never laughs at anything i say. This kid thinks I'm funny. I pushed the dark mess of straight back hair back. "So, Nick likes you a lot but don't tell him I said so."

She would not hesitate to beat him up if he ever did bring it up. "Chrissy!" Chris looked over to Cecilia who was grinning widely as she waved her hand up high. "Chrissy! Come here!" Chris facepalmed himself mentally. She would not drop that horrid nickname. It was a nickname she had given to him since middle school. ‘Well, it was indeed better than Nathan's 'Natty'.’ Chris mentally cringed at that and casually walked up to her. When he was a few steps away from her, he greeted back with a small nod, "Hey, Cecile."

I added. “How about your nickname for them?” he asked again while he eats banana cake. “Pix is short for Pixie. It has a meaning like how they created theirs. Chi is Michane's name when she was an anonymous writer on a social media platform back then. Actually, we have another friend. It's Anine. I call her Ally, chi calls her Dae short for sundae, and pix calls her Ez. Again, I forgot why,” I said giving him contentment.

Brittany said. “What are their nicknames?” Alex asked. Beatrice pointed at the girl drinking milk in her arms and said, “This is Three Rockefeller!” Hence, Three Rockefeller would be a girl in the future. Beatrice respectively pointed at the other three children. “This is One Rockefeller. This is Two Rockefeller. This is Four Rockefeller...” ‘This... Who gave them the nicknames? ‘Aren’t they a little too superficial? ‘Those are no better than the “Bubbles” I named my eldest daughter with!’

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

“Mr. Calmar doesn’t show off. He is probably hiding in an open spot, waiting for us to catch him and deal with him.” “Then… Cockeye?” Eduardo tsked. “Cockeye is a pussy. I would drink the entire ocean if he did this.” What kind of name is Cockeye? But then, from the movies I have watched, I think gangsters are meant to have funny nicknames like Pencilgun or Dickmachine. I wonder if Alessandro has a nickname. I am sure it will have the word ‘death’ or ‘evil’ in it. Who knows, maybe his nickname is Evil Lord?