Nickname For A Lover Novels & Stories

“I’ll love this child with all I’ve got. I’ll give them the family I never had.” Something inside me shifted. A tiny spark of hope. Of purpose. I reached for my phone with shaky fingers. “I know his name,” I whispered, opening F******k. “He told me his name was James O’Connor.” I typed it slowly, holding my breath as I hit search. Hundreds of profiles appeared. “Of course,” I muttered. “It had to be a common name.” I clicked on the first one. Old man with a dog. Not him. Next. A teenage boy making duck lips. Definitely not him.

I thought all I had to do was knock him out the last time, and he would stop bugging me about my name, but apparently he had other plans. “Come on,kitty.” His nickname for me had grown on me. I didn't like admitting it, but judging from the fact that the mere sound of the name on his lips was more than enough to have me clenching my thighs together, it was a tell-tale sign that I loved it. “ You really don't have to play hard to get, not anymore. Or do you prefer I make you tell me who you are?”

"Hard to believe right. I swore to myself that I wouldn't learn any other foreign language after English. But here I am, thinking about taking Italian classes." "The things you do for love." "The things I do for love." she sighed chuckling, taking a bite of her pizza. "So, how are things going between you and loverboy?" "Will you stop calling him loverboy? That's so... high schoolish." She laughed loudly. "Okay, what should I call him then? Prince charming? Gentleman in a bugatti?" "Yikes no, Flynn is fine." I said after hearing the awful nicknames she had for him. Gentleman in a bugatti? Really, is that the what they call prince on a white horse in this century?

Maybe it was the feeling of being used and forgotten by this hot, handsome alpha. "Some call me Kay, but I prefer Kade." "Kade..." "I love how it rolls off your tongue, Kiki." Even I loved the way he said my name. All my life, I had been embarrassed by this unwanted nickname everyone gave me. When he said it, I felt loved and cared for. I was too shy to let him know. I wanted to savor every moment we spent together, but the places his warm lips went distracted me and clouded my senses. Moving south, he teased and nuzzled my belly button with his tongue before going further down.

He whispered. “I love you too,” “I know.” Christian smiled. Those words calmed my heart because I wanted him to know. We had a lot of arguments nowadays, but there was something which would never change, and that was the amount of love we had for each other. “Can I ask you something?” I asked. Christian looked at me and poked his finger in my cheek. “No, you can’t.” “Can you give me a nickname?” I asked, embarrassed. I was desperate for one, even if I had to ask for it myself. He had already declined my request once, but it couldn’t hurt to try again.“A nickname?” Christian asked.

I swirled around to face him, and that had deepened the smile he already had. "What happened to Mon Cheri? You and I know that you could call me by my name!" I said turning back to my coffee and taking a long sip from it. "I want to be romantic, it's a unique name people give their partner when they are crazy in love. These names are very rare and I had searched so much before I labeled them you!" He said as a small chuckle escaped my lips. "You don't honestly have to do that to appease me. We have a long time to spend together!" I said.

Huh I really don’t know this man at all Sensing my change in mood, he asks me “What’s going around that beautiful head of yours, love?” I smile at him calling me ‘love’ because for some weird reason, I really liked it when he called me with sweet names like ‘love’, ’Ciccino’, ’Amour’, ’Tesoro’, even though I have no clue what ’Ciccino’ or ’Tesoro’ means but I don’t think it has anything to with whores or sluts at least.

He patted her head with his big hand, and teased her, “Call me dearie.” Monique felt like a puppy when he patted her head. She felt loved. Her heart was beating fast, and her face was blushing. This man wanted her to call him dearie, a nickname worse than Henny. She could pretend he was a kid if she called him Henny, like how she called Little Angel. A nickname for a child. However, he wanted her to call him something more intimate. She could no longer lie to herself that it was a child’s name.

Well, it’s not that I can’t have a personal home if I want to but I just love my Parent’s company and still wanna be with them for the main time. Hmmm, let me now talk about my “Pizza lover”. Smiles, you are surprised right? That’s my girlfriend, my heartbeat, my everything. I’m sure you will want to know why I called her my Pizza lover. It’s because she loves Pizza, she can die for it, that’s her nickname and I love her so much, I just can’t do without her. Now, let’s go back to our main business. I picked up my phone and swipe the screen up

Whereas Ray just stared deep into Justin's eyes getting like he was drowning in them, the giant smile on the elder's lips guiding his heart to its rightful owner. "Everytime you say that you love me I feel like I'm walJustin across the sky. You taught me the meaning of selflessness, of unconditional love that's beyond anyone's understanding and now the turn is mine so I vow to fight for our love, to protect you with my life, to give you the forever that you deserve and finally..." ," I promise to love you with undying passion both day and night." . "Now, you may Kiss your bride" The priest muttered a small sorry and corrected himself saying, husband.