Nickname For A Lover Novels & Stories

First of all, I love that his nana calls him Els. “I love the nickname Els. Your nana sounds amazing, can I meet her? Can I call you Els?” “Do you promise to never run away from me again? Can you make me that promise Soph?” “There are going to be challenges and obstacles in life, we face them together.” I say and then I kiss him.

It was the same shape and colour. He shook his head, grimacing from the pain. “I encountered the killer this morning,” he replied, his voice so low I had to strain my ears to hear him. “You met Mr Lover?” I asked, closing the distance between us. “Mr Lover? Is that the name he told you? In high school, they knew him as the Scorpion.” I gasped. “Have you found out who he is? Has he gotten arrested? Do you —”

"And when we're together, there's no such thing as titles. I am your lover and you are mine. That's all there is to it." He traced Prince Ron's soft cheek with a finger, staring into his bright emerald eyes. "So it would be better if you start calling me by my name or better yet, a term of endearment. For example, love, sweetheart, honey, darling or any other name you can come up with." Prince Ron was very much surprised. He had never thought his beloved saw them this way. Lovers.... He liked it. He smiled, moving even closer. "How about I call you all of those terms? It doesn't have to be just one."

Kristrin said to me. "Where are we going?" I questioned him. "We're going to a cave nearby, do you want to know what it's called?" "What?" "It's called the lover's cave, do you want to know why it's called lovers cave?" I stopped in my tracks at his response. "Why?" I hesitantly asked. "It is called lovers cave because it is said to have mineral spring that can make even the infertile have babies" He smirked and quickly flipped his hands off me marching back to my room.

he placed an arm across the back of the sofa and around my shoulders, his fingertips grazing across the skin of my shoulder as he turned his body to face me. “Okay so enlighten me with the translation Mr romantic” I teased, and he grinned at me with excitement as I played along with his game. “Liebling means dear or Darling as I like to call you” he translated the nickname he had branded me with since the second I had met him. “And the other?” I asked not even attempting to resound and repeat his past words with how clouded he had made my brain right now. “Ja Engel” he raised a brow leaning himself closer to me and leaving me completely entranced with his being. “Means, Yes Angel” he tilted

The smile she gave him was playful, teasing, almost a challenge. He sighed and closed his eyes. Remembering. Oh, why couldn’t some things just stay buried? It had been so very long. Finally, he spoke, “It is the name a man calls a woman he loves. In your tongue, it would be equivalent to darling, or my love. It is the name my father called my mother.” His eyes dropped and his lips pressed into a flat line, neither smile nor frown. “It seems my heart has known what my brain took a lot longer to figure out.

She had no real boyfriend! See, she had nicknamed her best friend ‘Darling’ simply because she figured that this would put Ian at ease. After all, he kept telling her that he hated it when women yearned for him. With that in mind… Why had he still chosen to kick her away? What had she done wrong…?

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to my chest and she pulled away to look me in the eye, running her finger over my chest as she did. “Wife?” She asked, and I smirked. “Soul mate, wife, mate, lover, best friend. You can choose the nickname that you want, but I will still address you as my wife from now on.” I whispered to her, “we’ll get you out of here safely. I give you my word, neonata…”

Another needy moan escaped my lips making him laugh sexily while his hand travel down to tease my clit and his other hand pinched my nipple. "I'm going to make you come so hard, my little killer." His nickname for me was a new one. I've never heard any of my sexual partners calling me that, and strangely calling me his and the word killer in the same sentence just made my insides throb with such wants that I pushed myself back wanting to feel him more. "Hmm... my greedy little killer."

“Yeah. That’s why everyone started calling you the celibate alpha.” Ben couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out, remembering the look on Duncan’s face the first time he had heard that nickname. Duncan ignored the remark, dragging both hands down his face as if trying to steady himself. “At first, I thought I’d finally mastered my control. I thought I had become immune to my heat after that encounter with Valentine.”