Mica Nickname Novels & Stories

he used to think that his father was brave and strong But now,all he could see was a coward trying to patch things up after he ruined everything including his son's life. He has hated the Three Mates the Moon goddess paired him with, the only one that has been an exception was Rica, he decided to call her Rica because the name fits her and also because the name was the first reason he was amused with her. She had said the wrong name instead of her real name.that was also the nickname Mica gave her,Mica was an interesting person to be with, but Rica was lovely and different, everything about her made him curious about her more than before.

She looked around in confusion and he nodded, " you can say whatever you want here, she is not a stranger" " Okay, I just wanted to know your name, that's all". She had a " who is this guy asking for my name" kind of look on her face, " My name is Mica" she finally replied, " and my friend is Nini". Lai smiled, truly her name was just as pretty as her, " thank you" he said and walked away. " Strange" Mica muttered as she watched him walk away. " You seem to be getting the attention of all the pretty boys in town Mica," Nini said teasingly and laughed.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

Mikael wondered. “Hey, Ray, where are you heading? You’re not skipping class are you?” he called out to her. He was the only one in the pack that called her Ray. Everyone else called her Vinny as her mother had done. “Hey, Max. No, the alpha wanted to speak to me,” she said. She had her own nickname for him as well, it always confused people why she called him Max as everyone else called him Mike.

“Biggest wrap party in America, in Orlando, yeah, it wasn't very hard to put the pieces together. Plus, I had to come say hi, those idiots were the first production company willing to try out MIC.” “Mike?” I asked as I dumped my empty cup on the dirt floor and grabbed the chains of the swing. Carson gave a low chuckle, one that even though came from him, rattled inside me. “No, not Mike, doll, M-I-C. It's this new high-tech camera we've been developing. The boys in white have a long complicated name for it but I just call it MIC. Easier to remember, and say.” “Oh good. And here I was thinking that you gave a production company a man to try out.”

“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.

His heart had stopped beating for a moment, this had to have been the biggest surprise. "...Calaca.." He replied a bit in unsure. Mila was overwhelmed with joy. This was the nickname her brothers had given to her ever since she was little and eventually even her dad and her uncle even her extended family members called her that. Growing up she had been extremely skinny.. reason being where the nickname came from.

“But I prefer being called Mila. Camila is what my mom used to call me before she died.” Her expression softened instantly. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that,” she murmured in a sympathetic tone. “Well, Mila is fine. I can also give you a nickname if you want. Something that describes your…aura.” “Sure,” I shrugged. I guess it would make things much easier if people here didn’t know me by my actual name. “Alright, so I’m thinking…” she trailed off as she tapped her chin with her index finger. “Melina, because your is so dark, and your skin is like honey!”

He is looking like a Greek God who came straight out of heaven. "Why so angry Dami? You need to relax a little" Mia said and slowly walked towards him. She used his nickname to remind him that she is his childhood friend. Only she calls him Dami. He used to like her nickname when they were kids. But as they grow up, that name sounded childish. So she asked her never to call him that. And more over his late mother never liked that name either. Damien looked at her with anger and irritation.

Dinner with the family, take two. “Grab us a beer, Minnie Mouse,” her brother, Frankie, called as Mia walked into her parents’ house and past the lounge room. “Are your arms painted on?” she called back. Minnie Mouse. Ugh. How she hated that nickname but there was little she could do to change it. Frankie had christened her with the moniker when she was just a baby. She was small, a girl, and, according to Frankie, squeaked like a mouse all the time. Even as an adult, she couldn’t shrug off the name. She was still small—barely five foot to her brothers’ six foot plus frames—still a girl, last time she checked, and Frankie still thought her voice was reminiscent of the famous cartoon characte