Nicknames For Isaac Novels & Stories

Her steps faltered for a moment, whether because of my smile or our close proximity, I didn't know, and I didn't care either. The damned devil smirked in amusement when he saw me eyeing the waitress impatiently as she took longer than necessary to serve his lunch. I glared at him in return once she walked away after serving me. "So, Isaac, huh? I never knew you had such a fancy middle name." It was now my turn to smirk as Adrian's neck gained some color, that looked suspiciously like a blush. "Yeah... uh... it was Maggs and my mom who decided all of our middle names. Mine's Isaac, Aaron got Lucas and Jade got Ariel. They are the only ones who use our middle names. I had almost forgotten abou

JULIE "Yeah, sure. Call me Nick or Nicholas," he suggests and heat coats my cheeks when I realize he just asked me to use his pet name if I like. "Okay.. so how about — um… Nick?" I say, almost whispering the words. I am not sure if I sound pleasant or nervous. Whatever it is, I am surely nervous right now. His name is pretty, to be honest. Nicholas — a Greek name, if the knowledge is still in my mind. And it means the "victory of people". It is a strong and bold name, perfect for a bold and humble man like him.

"Anyway, who is this cute guy?" Isaac thinks it's impolite to let other people introduce him. And so, he bowed his head and informed, "Good evening, ma'am. I'm Isaac." "Isaac? That's a great name." In Bernadette's smile, Isaac felt the warmth. Maxine would agree if he ever praised her out loud as a kindhearted woman. Bernadette took care of Maxine as if she was her real daughter, and she treated her in a way that she will never feel jealous of Adler and Jasmine.

The darkness is only dotted by the roar of the crowd and the commentary of the game. "Good day, sis," he broke the silence in the familiar room. I turned, smiling while scanning for the voice. When his eyes locked with mine, I was suddenly thrown off, confused, questioning. Who was this person, and why was he calling me "sis"? I sat down, questioning everything. "Why do you call me sis?" I asked aloud, curious. "And what is your name?" The stranger smiled; his eyes crinkled at the corners as he began. "I'm Isaac," he said quietly and smoothly. "I didn't see you after you married the multimillionaire. I searched everywhere for you." His voice painted a picture of a very deep bond, one that ti

As if reading my mind he patted my shoulder and opened a cabinet, grabbing a green straw. "It helps with slurping, plus... Straws make everything fun." He chuckled placing the green tube in my tea. Interesting. I didn't argue; I just pulled the top of the straw stretching it, and processed to drink, Not a noise."Is your real name Isaac?" I asked pushing my now empty glass aside."No," He laughed "it's Isaiah."My heart dropped... Isaiah? That name... Was perfect.

"And their names are..." He eyes looked up at me from his coffee and he smirked. "Sisters name is Isabella an older brothers name is Ian." "Your parents continued on with the letter trend, huh?" I chuckled. "Ian, Issac and Isabella." I lifted up my coffee cup in the air and saluted him. "Very cute," I smiled, broadly. "Well, we're definitely no Anthony, Alison, Aidan and Adam," he laughs. "Who came up with that one, your mum?"

Isaac closed his eyes, "Don't call me like this in the future." "Then what should I call you?" "Of course..." He looked at her face and made up his mind,"Isaac! Just call me by my name." "I don't think we're so familiar with each other." Isaac was rendered speechless, "Then... it's up to you."

My sister would definitely not have had this relic lying around. “Understandable,” I said. “It is your truth and I have no problem with you living it but you have to trust me. Even if it is just tonight. I want her back to this plane just as much as you do but we will not achieve anything if we keep subtle hostility going.” With that said, I stretched my hand forward for a proper introduction. “The name is Isaac.” It was a lie but it was also a great way to start.

I repeat, really loving the sound of that, "Like Mildred? Isabella gave her that name?" Theo gives me a pitiful look and my tiny ounce of hope dies a terrible death. He’s giving me the same look my dad gives me every time I bring Isabella up. "No. Nukea named her. I guess it sounds a little like Mildred," he says. Damn, I thought my heartless bitch had done something sweet for once, but of course she wouldn’t have. It’s impossible because I never even told her my mom’s name. But Nuke is —almost— always sweet, and that was nice of her. It feels like an apology.

“You can leave us now.” My brows arched. Wait, what did he call him? Livioski’s real name is Isaac? Damn. Now, that sounds American. I looked at Isaac with a curiosity in my face. His head’s a bit lowered, like he was paying his respects to Cole. What is he—some kind of majesty?