Mica Nickname Novels & Stories

Adia waved at Mickelson who stood beside Malcolm, as Sebastian brows furrowed the moment she mentioned Mick. "Good morning ma'am," Mickelson replied, bowing in respect. "Let's go" she picked up her purse walking close to Sebastian as they both left for work. .. .. .. "Why are you calling him Mick?" He asked as they headed to the car. "Because mickelson is a pretty long name, besides I gave him the nickname, it's nice right?" she questioned, " No" Sebastian snapped "Sebastian's long too, you call me Sebastian"he added

They were memories, trying to break through whatever had been done to suppress them. "Mica," I whisper into the darkness, my voice breaking on the name just like his had. "My name is Mica.”

merrissa chipped in and Nicki signed. " thanks to you all, and I will really miss you guys" Nicki said and hugged them. " I will miss you fairy" merrissa said " I will miss you mermaid" Naina said also " and I will also miss you my bestie and my roomie, the only gangster in LSH" silver said dramatically and Nicki slapped her arm. " ouch!! that hurt you know" silver pouted and they all laughed......

" I say apologetically, as my gaze falls on the heavy groceries Maria is holding. "Thank you Amy! And yes there are more in the front I will get those." Maria says. "No, Mimi, I'll ask those 3 to take care of it at least they can't make a mess with just carrying those things." Mimi is the nickname I gave her and soon all of started to call Maria that. I remind Mimi of her daughter who died in an accident. Her name also started with A so, she asked me if she could call me her daughter's nickname. I liked it so immediately said yes.

I told him as we stood in front of the huge metal gates. The vast land of tombstones and faceless statues laid before my eyes. The night had a cold chilly air, and I felt myself shiver. This place gave me a sense of dread. Suddenly, my mind was attacked by several images of darkness, dirt, and me struggling breathlessly, clawing my way out of the coffin I was placed in. “You sure you can handle going in there alone?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, no hint of concern in his tone. I quickly put on my strongest face, and scoffed, “Just find her grave. If she’s a witch, she’ll have a tombstone with her name. Jeanette McConnel.” I stressed her name out.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

I said then she nodded affirmative. " Alright then, let's go" I said then drove away. " what's your name?" I asked as I was driving. " Goodness, Goodness Matthews " she answered. " Goodness, that's great.........what about your baby sister?........what's her name? " I asked. " MERCY, Her Name is MERCY ". Is this a coincidence? Or is it Fate? What's gonna be MIA Decision? TBC

I rolled my eyes when they both settled on the stools beside me. “Are you jealous, Zara? That I am taking your bestie away from you?” Adrian asked, wiggling his brows. “Not in the least.” I rolled my eyes before turning my attention to the bartender. “ Whiskey, please.” “What nickname should I give you?” Adrian wondered out loud as he stared at her. “I would have to take my time with this one.” “Wait. What nickname did you give her?” Mia laughed. “DP,” Adrian replied.

Weaving between the partiers, I followed his trail into the forest. I found him beside our old climbing tree, staring up at the apple blossoms. Tears poured down his face. Andreas turned when he heard me approaching. The raw anguish in his face made me wonder how anyone imagined he’d moved on. “Mica,” he rasped, and I ran to him. I folded him in my arms and felt him sob against my heartbeat. Mica, a nickname Bria made when our parents adopted her, because she was too little to say Michaela. Now only Andreas called me that.

“Now, Mia, let’s get started on how we are getting out of here.” “Why do they call you Kabar?” Mia asked. “Because that’s my codename.” I said as we started trying on wigs.