Mica Nickname Novels & Stories

Hailey said with pleading eyes. "Again, you're stronger than how you see yourself, babe. The images of whatever Natasha did with Colt have nothing on you." "Promise me you will be on your best behavior with Coltie." Mia frowned. "What sort of nickname is that?" "Jealous?" She smirked, making Mia roll her eyes. "That reminds me, do you have any special nicknames for him? Please don't tell me you call him by his full name all the time!" "So 'Coltie' is the proper name to call him?" She arched her brow.

"Listen to her—she's lost her mind. I literally named it after my daughter. How could I possibly forget her nickname?" "You really don't know," I said with a cold smile. "Because it was a secret only between the real Aaron and me. We never told a soul. "Mia is her name, yes. But the nickname we used for her—the one he suggested—was 'Little Button,' just like mine was when I was a child." He said calling her that felt like seeing a piece of my own childhood, like he was part of a past he never shared—a secret thread connecting our lives.

“It’s a great morning, Death Princess. Bless you and your guild.” With chestnut hair neatly tied into a tight bun, Mikayla “Nurse” Monaca entered behind Jenna Campbell, more commonly known as “Dove”. Nobody knew why the pious brunette who always carried a rosary was known as “Nurse” when she was closer to a nun. However, Akiko welcomed the ladies and handed them the contract forms so that they could look through the clause while waiting for the boys.

“Mia, my real name isn’t Mimi Gormes. It’s… Emilia De La Vega.” Mia blinked, taken aback for a moment before a sarcastic smile tugged at her lips. “That’s it? You think I care about your name? Mimi, I’ve been calling you by a nickname for years. I don’t care if your last name is Gormes, De La Vega, or Smith.” Mimi looked anything but relieved. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “It’s not just my name, Mia. It’s everything that comes with it.”

Mica said to her with a small smile taunting her . You are going to pay for this and remember you are just delusional, I am nothing like your stupid whore fucking of a sister. Aye , aye my dear !! We will see about that !! Mica replied and went out from her room knowing she isn't going to cause a ruckus sooner or later after what she has rewarded her . A small lesson to fix her sassy attitude .I am not done with you moena this time. She was confident because she knows her enemity with moena is just starting .

With the way he said the new nickname, for the first time I detected a bit of an accent. “What does that mean?” He shrugged, a brilliant smile lighting up his face. “I’ll tell you after we are finished.” That made me even more curious about the name, but something about the way he said it had me liking it almost as much as I liked the way he said my real name. “Okay,” I breathed. “Okay.” He leaned up, still smiling, and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Your audience awaits, Cara Mia.” I shivered, lost in the Mick effect again. Damn, this really might not be a good idea. If this continues and I get any more drawn into his spell, I may really start following him around like all his other delusi

The axolotl jumped to her shoulder that made her wince. Malaika sighed. “So, you’re real, and you’re talking to me!” “Indeed, call me Xoxo. I’ll help you survive this harsh winter.” “O-okay.” “First, prepare for a hunt.”

Great just great. "Cath omg its been too long girl,how have you been?" Cath seriously Cath,my nick name for her is way better and cooler than that.Who the fuck nicknames a Catherine Cath.That's stupidity right there. "Come on Mia its only been two days and I miss you too so much." Mia,really she does not look like a Mia to me.She looks like a Regina or Candice to me.Barf,total barf. "I know but your like my best friend the second your away from me I start feeling blue.Your my happiness girl."

"Yes, they are." "I expect nothing less. I knew you'd do wonderfully, Mikky." Mikayla smiled. It'd been so long since she'd heard that nickname. When she was much younger, she'd been called Mikky a lot by her mum and her school mates. When she left that world, she'd shed the name completely, insisting on being called her full name. Then came Bernie; a ball of unrestrained energy and cheerfulness. He began to call her the name she so detested and stuck to it no matter how much she pushed back. Eventually, she'd just let him be.

Never mind getting my temple hurt by that literally flying saucer. Mica had always spelled trouble for us. She was the prettiest of us sisters (I have two other older sisters Becky and Bree who were both working students and busy watching over our family muse). Her height, body, her brown, flawless skin, and dimples. She was always the popular one: boys kept chasing her. She was on the varsity volleyball team. And she gained fanboys everywhere she went. I was the youngest, the short one with fair skin and common features. Our relatives would jokingly refer to me as “Latak (Leftover)” and marveled at how pretty Mica was over her other three sisters. I really didn’t care. I just wanted to s