Nicknames For Justin Novels & Stories

I overheard a fellow student whispering on the side. "Don't mind them," Jerwin said. "I don't care about them," I retorted, sounding grumpy and snooty, and I winked at him. He grinned and messed up my hair, so I scowled at him. "Come on, JJhay!" I complained. I didn't know why, but while I was hugging him earlier, I remembered the nickname I used for him, JJhay. I was the only one who called him that because Jerwin's full name was Jerwin Jhay Buenavista.

I'm about to back out when he holds up a finger signaling for me to wait. "Let's deal with it later, Justin. I'll call you right back." He hangs up. "Yes, Fruitcake?" In the past, I couldn't decide if I like or hate that nickname. Not anyone. I've grown to love it. Not only is he less intimidating when he calls me that, but it stirs a warm, sweet feeling in my chest. "Thank you, Zach," I said. "For what?" He asks absently, staring at his laptop.

“You’re welcome, little deer.” Little deer. That nickname freezes me to the spot, and Justin bursts out laughing again. “Yeah, if your eyes get any wider, I’d be worried they’ll pop right out of your head,” Justin teases, his grin infuriating. “Fuck you both,” I mutter, storming back to the bathroom, but the pit in my stomach only deepens.

I can not fucking wake but I want to. "She did it with her friend." Marcus said and everyone else kept their eyes focused on Marcus while he took his time, which he needed, before taking in a deep breath and releasing it as the name of that person finally left his lips, crashing my world, once again, "Justin. His name is Justin." Justin.. Justin? Why does this name sound familiar? I have heard it somewhere. But where? Oh, he is Justin. The date. They kind of greet woman like that.

Justin tried to interrupt. "My babies will be named after Ninja Turtles." I inserted. "-as if you know that she would choose you-" Justin continued. "Oh, she would choose me." Prick says, sounding confident. "-over me. You're a stalker." Justin finally finished. Good for him. "Amen to that." I agreed. Prick stared at Justin for a moment. "And you think you are good for her? She said she wants her babies to be named after Ninja Turtles. That means she wants four kids. I can give her that." Justin's face suddenly burned red with anger.

“Martin? Justin?” Jenny sighed and then mumbled something. “Sorry,” I said, “I didn’t hear what you said.” “It’s short for Rasputin.” Not one of the names on my list. “You’re joking.” Jenny shrugged. “Parents. He’s a bit sensitive about it, so don’t say anything, alright?” “Sure. I wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings.” “He’s not a bad guy. He’s a bit full of himself, but you can count on him when things get rough.”

Her smile was like sunlight, warming his heart. Justin was momentarily caught off guard. His lips parted slightly. "What did you call me?" Rosalie said, "Justin. You asked me to remember this name. I've always remembered it, and I'll never forget it." A smile appeared on Justin's lips. He was starting to like his name. He had always lived as 'Vincent,' with an alias given to him by outsiders called 'Hades'. Justin was a name he hadn't used for a long time. It was the name his parents had given him. It was also the name his younger sister used to call him.

He barely even knew who she was. The only correct thing he could say about her, that was a hundred percent positive was she was named Angela. Apart from that, he didn’t really know anything about her. The truth was he didn’t even want to know. He just wanted to be with her. He wanted to be by her side and have her all to himself. He wanted no more. He was waiting for the right time to strike and that time was coming soon. Justin was the genius. The brain of the group. Without him, they would still be in the Uji museum wondering where the Cinnamon witch could be.

“So you’ve been keeping busy?” “The boxes won’t unpack themselves.” But he was skirting around a question I hadn’t quite asked him yet. I knew Justin’s own training hours were likely rigorous with his father; but what about his? Was he training to be… Luna? Or First… Mate? What did I even call him? “And before you go cracking wise-ass jokes, no, I haven’t figured out a title yet.” “So what have you been doing besides eating cake?” He grunted a laugh. “I thought you were the one that called me.”

My little boy was crying. It felt as if my heart wanted to leave my chest. I was so angry that Sola had kept him a secret from me all this while, but that wasn't Important right now. The only thing I cared about right now was this perfect little human, who was a combination of me and Sola. "What's your name, champ?" I asked cheerfully as he raised his head up and shyly and cleaned his tears with the back of his hands. "Justin Ojo!" He answered immediately, smiling at me. I frowned inwardly a bit. She had given him her surname. That would have to change very soon. He was my son by birth.