Mj Nicknames Novels & Stories

I didn't understand the lingo. "Oh, um Pastey or PIE or 22/7 are really just Nick names. Pastey means Pastor but with kinda like a swagged up pzazz. Then PIE, his initials. 22/7 is the formula for pie in mathematics." He said and laughed. "Oh I get it so just a fun friendly way of addressing your pastor then," I smiled. He nodded "Yeah. What is your name?" He asked. "Femi Akinjola." I said, "Oh. Okay I know you. I was trying to place your face. Your fame is the kind that people go on Big brother to get." He said. I never knew a church kid would be talking about big brother in church.

I scrunched my face together at his words. "You know you are a bit annoying, Mika" I says. "You tell me that all the time, I think annoying should be added to my name, probably as a nickname the way your Luna bears stubborn as her nickname" Mika sniggered as he says. I rolled my eyes at him before puffing in smokes from the cigarette again. "Oh! Here she comes, our lovely Luna. Our lovely queen Luna, all hail the stubborn..." Mika was still saying in a mocking tone when I turn to glare at him. He kept quite immediately.

Will he do the same thing for me? "Hey, what's your name?" he asked me. Huh? He's asking for my name! I spat before he answered. "Um ... Akabane Mir. Just call me Vladmir." I answer him. "Alright, Mirchan," Mikey said. Mir ... chan? What the hell is that? "What a cool person like you doing in that gang? Let's team up!" smiling he said to me. Huh? I'm cool? But he's the cool one. Starting that day, Mikey and I will be together. Man, what a happy past ...

Kian "You're up next, little bear," she muttered sadly, turning her gaze away. I locked eyes with my pal, Jaxton, who was standing over by his father, the President of the Roughnecks biker gang. His nickname was Throttle. I didn't ask why. A wide grin stretched across Jaxton's face as he bounded over to me. "Kian!" he called out, looking happy to see me.

His words halted me in my tracks. I turned around to face him. "My friends call me Mike," he said with an awkward smile. So now he wants me to call him by his first name. Not even a first name, but a nickname. Wait! Did he smile, too? Was I seeing things? Was he feeling sick? Because he was being strange today. What's going on in his mind?

He mused nicely. Darnell... I repeated in my mind like I was testing the name. Titling my head to the side, I pouted, "You can call me MJ." Oh shoot... I forgot to mention that I had a second name, any guesses? "M for Marina, what does the J stand for?" I was taken aback, how did he know? "Don't look so surprised, I'm not stalking you, it's written on your basketball." He pointed out. I nodded and mouthed 'ohh' obviously feeling dumb that I couldn't figure out something so simple.

Oki commented with a smile. "And cute," Darrion added. Both wind let's then snickered and high-fived each other. "Ugi's nickname and mine are cute. Brownie and Cookie," Ruhan smiled nervously. Mac sulked a bit more. "Why can't we have nicknames like the top three? He calls Jai 'Thunder boy', Raka the "Windy boy", and Torfo the 'Fire boy'. I mean, Torfo's the most normal of us all!!"

Kat said. "Does your family do this too?" Maggie leaned forward, elbows on the table. — Do you give each other nicknames? - Clear. Theresa is the brilliant mind. I'm Miss Social. "And your little sister?" “Merilee was the baby until she met a sweet boy, Matt, in her second year of High School. Fundamental. They became M&M's. And your children? — What are the nicknames? “John is the savior of the world,” Tim said, as the waiter served dinner and filled the plates.

A mischievous glint in his eyes. “Damn it.” Just like that, James’s anger deflated. As always he could not stay angry with the scamp. Michael looked up to him, wanted to spend time with him, and James loved that. Loved him. Even though the boy had butchered his name while learning to speak, and his family sometimes still teased him with the nickname. “O-lie.” At least he had later moved on to “Jamey.” The females who made their way to James’s bed often called him by the shortened Nicki, as well, but that invited a familiarity he never seemed to feel toward them, and after a quick admonishment, they never did it again.

He enquired, but it only resulted in Adia, glaring daggers at him. "I want to leave this damn prison, and please drop the honorifics, it makes me feel sick" Adia stated, as the word 'ma'am didn't settle well with her. "Then what can I call you, ma'am?" "Adia, it's Adia, drop the ma'am, of a thing, speaking of names, your name Mickelson" " What's wrong with the name, ma'am?" He asked as Adia glared at him. " It's pretty too long for me, I think I'll settle for something else, like a nickname" suggested Adia, as Mickelson wondered what has gotten into Adia these days, she is just getting bolder and bolder.