Little Nicknames Novels & Stories

Maybe he didn't even remember my face. "Please, call me Nicholas!" he corrected, still keeping his eyes on the phone. "Is it a childhood nickname?" I asked curiously. "No, it's my nickname in virtual games, and I prefer to be called that." I didn't see a problem in calling him by that pseudonym, but his habit of talking to people without looking at them bothered me a little. "So, Nicholas, I don't understand much about these games, but from what I can see, you're really good!"

The last thing I wanted was another disaster where I fell and couldn't get up. “50 seconds, Heart!” Lisa called behind me. My heart stuttered. She was counting the time? “Oh Goddess, what do I do?” I mumbled to myself as I neared the boys. One of them noticed me and pointed out. “Yo, check it out. It's Eggwash.” The players echoed a holler before they broke into laughter. Eggwash, TinBarbie, Bookclown, amongst others, were my nicknames. Eggwash is the most popular and the guy that came up with it was staring, no, glaring at me.

"You've just been blessed by the golden touch. You know I'm just like the fictional King Midas, everything I touch turns to gold so you'll definitely be lucky, Nicky!" Dr. Nick chuckled both at the joke and the new nickname. "Lucky me! Thank you for the blessings, Ethanol!" As Ethan frowned and opened his mouth to protest over the weird nickname, Dr. Nick hastily unlocked his car and got in before zooming away, while laughing his head off at Ethan's reaction to being nicknamed after the name of a chemical compound. ************

"God, don't kill someone in front of me." "No worries, honey pie. Whoever I kill won't be some innocent soul." "Jesus, where do you get these nicknames from?" "Don't like it? I came up with it especially for you." "Well, it sounds like a nickname intended for girls. Cringy." "It's not for girls. It's specially for you. Or do you prefer I call you cupcake, muffin, sugar, little honey baby, darling, or my princesso?" "Please don't. They sound horrible."

“I have a name I happen to like. You could use that instead.” It would be a lie to say I didn’t like him having an endearing nickname for me, but it made me feel too much like there was something more going on between us. Nicknames were things that people who were part of a couple gave each other. Or friends, I supposed. “If you really have to call me something other than my name, can we change ‘kitten’ to ‘killer’? You know, because I slayed in that meeting.”

"I'll hand over the report first thing tomorrow" "Would you really do that? That'd be amazing. I look forward to doing an amazing job with you, Nic". My smile falters a little. "Nic?". "I figured there was no point being so formal with each other. Just call me Marsh please. I'd love to call you Nic too". A little uneasiness roils in my belly. The nickname is one greatly associated with Alex in my life, I don't know how to feel about him calling me that. He doesn't wait for my answer though as he continues talking.

Ugh! Just such little contact already has me pressed to jump out of my own skin. But like hell if he’ll ever know that for sure. I park a hand over my hip, not slowing down my pace, “I know you’ve been gone for so long, but that name doesn’t stick anymore.” “Yeah,” He bites back easily, leaning in to whisper, “Heard ‘Harlot’ suits you so much better.” My eyes roll. If anything, that’s the nickname I hate the most, yet it’s the one that’s stuck the longest.

He frowned recalling that accusing look on her face while she asked him if he changed her. 'So fuçking what' he thought. If he wanted to take advantage of her,he would have done it in the bathtub. He snapped out of his thoughts when his phone dinged with a notification. It was from the friends group chat Nickolai had created in highschool. Nick:Hey, we've been waiting for you,Don. Jerry: Yeah,Ant where the hell did you go? Nick: Hey! Don't call him that. Motherfucker. Jerry: Why not?, you get to give him a nickname but I can't?

because regardless of their uniform for the evening, they always have a white cowboy hat, like a hero from an old spaghetti western. And just like characters from westerns, they all have ridiculous sounding nicknames that they use in lieu of their names–like “The Kid” or “Steel Toe Joe” or “Whiplash Jake”, a tip of the hat, so to speak, to Diamond Devine’s country background.

Nick continued. "A regular meeting, isn't it?" Luna asked. Nick nodded. "You just have to stand beside me and smile. The rest is left to me to take care of." Nick explained. “Baiklah, Pak Nick.” Nick sighed at how Luna called him. "My name is Nick Luton, call me Nick or Nicky. Do not use Mr. or Mr. frills. Just Nick or Nicky." Nick warned. Luna just listened silently. "Luna." The woman reflexively straightened her shoulders.