Mean Names To Call Someone Novels & Stories

I said while remembering their looks when they were young. "Ahem... They really do look similar because of their eyes," Lowell chuckled as he pulled me to the bed. I laid down to take some rest while contemplating something. "Right! Lowell... Why don't you call me something else? Mac calls me babe, Dillon calls me honey, and Dylan calls me dear. You're the only one calling me just by my name," I asked, trying to distract myself. "What do you want me to call you then?" he asked while I was still indulging in my thoughts.

I said as she turned to me in confusion. " My name is Jane, you can call me Jane when we're together, but if you wish to you can call me ma'am when we're not alone, just because I don't want you getting into trouble." She looked like she was going to argue but decided against it. " Come on, try it." I encouraged. " Jane." She whispered and that made me giggle, how could calling someone's name be so hard?

I said "But what does that nickname mean?? She asked and i smile slightly "I also Don't know, i find the nickname funny.. Mario Mario.. She do call me that, sometimes i use to be ashame when she call me that in public but i have no choice " I said "Mario?? Can i start calling you that?? Anna asked while she winked at me "Noo noo.. My sister is the only one that has the right to call me that " I said and stood up "you should rest now while i get some important things done

I said "Zeph?" He asked while I nodded "You know Zephyr? And Zeph for short, if you don't like it I won't call you that, I always shorten names whenever I can" I said explaining myself. "It's perfect, I like that, it's cute too," He said "So what should I shorten yours to, Deme?" He asked with a smile, well Emilia calls me that sometimes so it's okay I guess "Whatever you want to call me," I said with a smile while his eyes somewhat widened

"I mean, what methods?" "Well, a lot just use their middle names, or names they've liked," Camille said. "Actually, middle names aren't a bad idea in your case. I can guarantee that no one else is going to be using that." Alex smiled. "That's actually not a bad idea at all. I know you hate yours, but... come on, you don't actually ever get called Adaria." Toni was silently pondering it, then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess that would work."

“But not a single one of those names is really mine, alright? It’s just a list of dead relatives my old man liked a whole lot better than he did his own kids.” “Well Nicorati sounds like some knock off car design,” he snickers. I give a hiss of annoyance and start up the stairs. He catches my arm, eyes soft and earnest once again. “I’m serious. It doesn’t suit you, not at all. Neither does something so basic as ‘Nick’. So… How about Nico?” I stiffen. “What? It’s cute, like you.” “You can’t call me… My ma’s the only one who ever calls me…”

"It's my great grandfather's name" He cocked his eyebrow. "Ohh... I am sorry... But it's too long" She suggested. "Can I call you Axi" "No!" He quickly said. "Call me Alex" "Alex is boring too... Axi is unique" She replied. "Okay, fine... Alex it is." She raised her hand when she saw his serious expressions. "Where do you get these stupid ideas?" He asked resuming his pull ups. "It's my talent" She grinned.

I would like to talk to you a little more and learn your name, too. - My name? I have several for each person who calls me. My mate used to call me “love,” but when she died, she hated me so much she didn't even call me. My children called me father, even if I don't deserve to be called one. My grandchildren called me grandfather, even if one had not had that chance. Many more things my family called me. My friends called me with reverence; the whole pack didn't dare call me by name. You, my king, can call me your servant, old man, or whatever you want. - I'm not too fond of it when people go around the subject instead of responding.

Mate. I immediately shut the thought out before I could even consider it. No. That man was long gone. This one standing before me had chosen Meena. And not me. “What is it, Alpha?” I asked again. His eyes looked down slightly. “Why do you even keep calling me that?” I tightened my face to that question. That's his name, right? What was I supposed to call him? Baby? Or… My love? “What else do I call you?” I asked.

“It's weird. I never met Grandpa Silver, but I miss him. He seems so cool in these pictures.” “He was.” I hugged him. “But I’m sure he sees you and he is proud of his grandson.” “Um... so many people call you different things...” He started, looking up as snow starts to fall around us. “Some call you Alpha, some call you Luna. Some call you Ben, or Benjamin...” He sighed before he looked at me. “What should I call you?” I furrowed my brow. “Call me whatever you want. Whatever is in your heart to call me is fine. Just don’t call me anything you heard Greg calling Violet or Lily today.” I say as I chuckled and started to gather our things to return to the pack house.