Nickname For A Lover Novels & Stories

I don't see it anywhere and frustration gnaws at me. "Is this about Mr. Venti?" she asks. My cheeks flame at the thought of him. I'd given him the nickname before I found out who he was. Every time I saw him he was ordering a venti coffee, so it stuck. His real name is Loka, which sounds like a Nicholas Sparks hero, and he's got the face to match.

“Oh, I don’t know… something to do with roses being rare around here, blah blah blah. Nester calls all his lovers that.” I think bile nearly chokes me to death. Talon and Ryker are in front of me in a flash. “The fuck do you mean ‘lovers’?” Ryker growls. She looks at him like he’s the stupidest person she’s ever encountered. “Are you serious? What you and I used to be?” “I know what a lover is, Clarissa. Fuck. I meant, what do you mean he calls his lovers ‘Little Rose’?” Clarissa looks around again, digesting every stupefied face around her. Each glance at us only worsens my beating heart. Finally, the bitch keels over and does the unimaginable.

CHAPTER 79 Amour Amour - a sexual relationship or a secret love affair: usually an illicit love affair Origin: Latin 79 NICK'S POV A few days before Savannah's bachelorette party... I could still hear Savannah so clearly as I close my eyes when she told me she's marrying someone. I gaze at the invitation card disinterestedly. I still couldn't believe she's getting married. I just don't want her to marry yet, I know I am being selfish right now because Damon is already making her happy and Damon has filled the empty spaces that I left.

I added. "But why would you call your wife a hatchling?" he asked in confusion. Hearing his words, Macan and I burst out laughing, realizing his point. "Sorry, bro. I didn't know why either," Macan replied, trying to calm himself as he briefly explained, "It's just a custom there to use some endearing words to call your lover or partner," while helping me dress up. "There are also other terms you can use, like honey, darling, sweet cake, and more," I added.

The freedom. “Lucky you.” I say and he looks at me thoughtful. “I don’t know, it does get lonely sometimes.” He says smiling sadly. “Honestly, if you had a sister like mine you’d beg for the loneliness.” I say and he looks at me thinking about it. “She’s that annoying huh?” He says and I think about the definition of annoying. I don’t think that’s the right word. Chloe is a pain. That’s the best way to describe her. “Yeah.” I say choosing t go with annoying. Anything else will require me to explain myself and I don’t want to do that.

“Then make me understand!” He hesitated too long. And that was answer enough. I took a step back, the world tilting beneath me. “You can’t even say it, can you?” He looked at me, his voice barely a whisper. “I never wanted you to find out like this.” “But you were fine with me never finding out at all?” I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. “Who are you, Damien? Or should I say Loren?” The name tasted like betrayal.

I let my body be moved by him, dancing with his whims. The nickname, darling, threw me into a loop. It was a piece of the mysterious playboy Tucker I had first met and hated so much, but the disgruntled lust it first induced was replaced by a blooming field of affectionate lilies. This child inside of me was changing so much about the context of my relationship with Tucker.

His dark eyes bored into me intensely. "She does," Dante snarled, jerking my hand away from Nick's grip. "Who are you?" He asked. "I am her lover," Nick replied. I was taken aback by that word. Lover? "Wait, what?" I asked. "Who are you?" Nick asked, ignoring me. He stretched a hand across me to put me slightly behind him. "Is that so?" Dante asked. His eyes darkened as he looked at me. "He is your lover?"

I whisper and he nods. I turn over and prop my body weight on my elbows looking at him, “So, what was your nickname for me?” I ask him, because so far Gunner and his brother had one for me. He smirks almost shyly. “Sunshine.” He says, and I smile. I’ve always loved the sunshine.

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.