Mean Names To Call Someone Novels & Stories

I said, my voice shaky, embarrassed but drawn to him. “Okay, fine,” I said, still grinning. “But I can’t call you ‘beast’ outside the bedroom. What about ‘knight’ or ‘king’? You’re my knight in shining armor, saving me every time. Or my king, for guiding me through all this.” “Hmmm,” he said thoughtfully. “I was expecting something more sophisticated, like a French or Italian nickname, but I’ll take them. You don’t have to pick. Just call me whichever you like. Knight or king, and I’ll answer.”

I smiled "me of course" He hug me"that's what I'll be calling you now so get use to it" "Okay " "What about me? What will you call me?" "Asher?" I joke "I'll call you Asher" "Hey! , Couples give each other sweet names and you say Asher?"he scoff and withdraw from me"that's what everyone calls me"he pout I smiled "no , not everyone, some calls you Young Master or Master Asher or Sir Asher ,you have many names"

Usually, only her family would call her Hay. “Your name is Hay, so it’s not wrong for me to call your name, right? Or do you have another nickname? What’s your nickname? I’ll call you by your nickname from now on. I want it to be special. You’re special to me, so I also hope that I’m special to you. “Hay, you can call me Kev, or you can call me Kevy or Vinny. Of course, I’ll be elated if you’re happy to call me dear.”

The words were out before I could stop them. Adrian froze. Every cell in my body went cold. He turned around. Slowly. "What did you call me?" My mind raced. Play it off. Fix this. Now. "Addy?" I forced a laugh. "Sorry. Adrian is a mouthful. Just shortening it." He walked back toward my desk. "Nobody calls me that." "Well, maybe they should. It's friendlier." "Nobody's called me that since..." He stopped. His eyes narrowed. "Since college."

“That’s the first time you’ve called me babe.” “Well, I’m still undecided. I also call you baby, my love, but I think Madden is sweet.” “You’re making fun of my name. Maybe we should name our child Madden Jr.” I couldn’t help but smile. “I’m still wondering why you don’t want me to call you Madden.” “The kids at school used to make fun of my name. They called me Mad and Apollo. Mad and sounds Madden.” “Oh, and it still bothers you?” I looked at him.

“I’m not used to calling you ‘Preston.’ You should’ve told me earlier so I could practice. I’ve already gotten used to calling you Sir and you suddenly want me to switch. I need time.” He loosened his tie again. “You already said my name. How is it that hard to say it again?” he said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “I’m just not used to it,” I insisted. “Can’t we at least use a… callsign? Like an endearment? People do that, right?” “‘Sir’ is not a freaking endearment, Miss Dela Merced.” I scoffed. “And yet you still call me Miss Dela Merced—”

I drop into the seat across from them. “You’re the new girl,” says the one with long black hair, pale skin, and that delicate, pretty, girl-next-door vibe. Are they a couple? Hmm. Intriguing. “Prue.” I offer my hand like we’re two bros about to close a business deal. This shortened version of my name? I can live with it—it’s almost cute. But for the truly special few, I let them call me Rue. That one I actually love—it suits my sharp edges perfectly. Not that many get the chance though; I never stick around long enough. So, really, only my dad calls me that.

"Your name is Olivia, I'm assuming they call you.. Livie.." "No, usually people call me Olive." "It's okay, I want to call you Livie. It sounds cute." He smiled and patted my hair. "See you around, Livie."

How to run fast was my only problem now. “But Ariana’s right. Since you’re already here, we’ll proceed with the interview,” he said, looking at me. I swallowed hard. “But you just said -” “This is for our future references,” he cut in. “Your name is really long. How do you want us to call you?” I shrugged. “Those were three names, so I think any name will do.” “Mariel?” he said, but it sounded like he was asking for my permission. Mariel? Only my professors called me that name. I shook my head and said, “Mariel’s too girly.”

exclaimed Allan with a serious look on his face but a smile on his handsome face. "But where?" Eve began to ask. "Secret! The important thing is that you come along! And another thing, in front of people can you call me something else? Don't call me Master or something! We look like superiors and subordinates instead of lovers!" Allan said while looking at Eve. "But what should I call you?" asked a confused Eve. "Whatever, you can call me Baby, Honey, Babe, Darling, My Love, maybe? Whatever! Just as long as it's not Mr!" exclaimed Allan.