Nicknames For Edward Novels & Stories

All of his hair had fallen out and his mouth was now set in the smiler’s grin that lent the offensive term its name. “Amen,” she said, stepping back to let another one of the three witnesses—the rookie, Geraldine suspected, on account of the tears—place the crown over Eddie’s head. She referred to him as this and not Edward because ‘Eddie’ was listed on his file as his preferred name. In life, there was dignity in addressing peoples’ predilections. There should be no difference in death. Anything less was a butchery. And there was going to be butchery enough here.

"Prince Nathaniel." A butler greeted us as soon as we entered the palace. Nate, in return, nodded his head to acknowledge him. "Hi, Edward. Is my-" Nate started off but I had to gasp loudly at the name. "A vampire named Edward!?" I gasped. At the mention of his name, the vampire butler named Edward gave me a questioning look. "Yees...?" He asked while dragging the word out. Nate put his arm around me to cover my mouth. "Please, Edward. Just ignore her. Where's my brother Adam?" Nate immediately asked.

he licked his lips, “what if this means our child’s gonna be a great woman?Or man? What do you think we’d name her?” “How about Adira?” He added before I even got a chance to reply, and I gave it a quick thought. Adira was a beautiful name for a pretty girl, meaning greatness. “I think it’s beautiful,” I whispered back, and he nodded, thumbing my lower lip. That action distracted me so badly, but I struggled to keep my focus, pressing my laps together tighter. “So, uhm, what if it’s a boy? How’s Theodore?” “Anyone’s fine, my love,” Edward replied with a smile.

“Touché. But I was never Charli, not until Del Mar. I wasn’t even Alex until Stanford. I was always Alexandria. That was the name on the outside of the envelope. My point is that my cousin, Patrick, knew Bryce...well, forever. He calls him Spence. I’d never thought about it until the other night when Pat was talking about him. Over and over, he referred to him as Spence. Nox knows him, somehow, and calls him Edward.” “His first name.” “Yes, Edward Bryce Carmichael Spencer.” “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that only some of us who have known him forever call him Bryce. According to Nox, in business, he goes by Edward.” “The letter was signed Bryce.” I nodded. “Which is the way he’d sign it

It must have been properly taken care of. Venice, so that's Boba girl's name. "Ohh, it's alright." She finally speaks up, clearing her throat. "And the shelf is way behind us." She was embarrassed at herself and walked towards it. *** Edward He dropped his bag on the desk near Ari's. Ari? Why did he have a nickname for her? But he thinks it suits her. He saw the Bullies sitting dilly dally in the library without doing anything. He shook his head, glancing at the Rolex watch on his wrist.

When the housekeepers came running, or our father’s guttural voice sliced through the halls, I was always the one found, standing mid-act, hands stained with evidence. I never protested. I was the older brother; that meant something. So I took the spankings and lectures and grounding. I wore them proudly like a Purple Heart. Later, in whispers and laughter, Edward would recount how he escaped, sharing tips for next time that I never seemed to remember. I’d shake my head in fascination and say, “That’s some ghost level shít, Eddy.” The name stuck and I think Edward liked it. He liked anything that made him sound powerful and mysterious. And ‘Ghost’ did the job perfectly.

That's why Edward had come to deliver Axe's message, asking me to follow him to a room in his private jet. "What for, Ed?" I asked for confirmation. I didn't want Axe doing weird things when I did what he said. I didn't. I wasn't in a good mood. "I don't know, Miss." Again, my breath hitched harshly at Edward's answer. To be honest, the nickname he had been using for me for a long time really made me uncomfortable. Edward shouldn't have been so polite to me. I was younger than Edward, he could just call me by name. He doesn't work for me anyway.

“Nathaniel, do you know anything else that we need to know?” He shook his head. “Right. Well then, Luke, Fives. Let’s go pay our friend Edward a visit.” The lights were still on when we reached Edward’s, the grounds were a buzz of activity. Edward had the door open to welcome us before we’d even reached the garden path. “Ophelia, good evening.” “Good evening, Edward.” “Come on in, Ophelia, Lucas, Theophilus. Good to see you all.” I bit back a laugh as Fives tensed up behind me. He hated his birth name. To be fair, as far as names go, Theophilus Eustace Rosenfeld IV is awful. If I was him, I’d have changed it years ago.

Maybe both. "Got a problem with that, little prince?" my father asks, raising a brow at him. Liam widens his eyes and quickly shakes his head. "No, Sir," he says and a red blush creeps to his neck and face. I stare between them in amusement, particularly on how he managed to get Liam in such a submissive state. "I'm sorry, I never caught on your name," I interrupt, wanting to know more of him. My father. "My name's Edward." he says, and smiles. I smile back.

he joked without hesitation. Seeing his friend's behavior, Nicholas quickly leaned forward and rejected Edward's extended hand, making Kimberly chuckle softly. "Oh, come on, Nick, I just wanted to get to know your secretary!" protested Edward. Nicholas sighed in frustration and waved his hand, urging Kimberly to leave his office. "Don't bother my secretary, Ed!" Edward laughed heartily at Nicholas's antics. He had expected that his friend would try to prevent him from teasing his secretary. Unlike Nicholas and Kenzi, who weren't particularly fond of playing with women, Edward was known for his ability to charm women. The label "playboy" had long been attached to him. And being of Scottish no