Nicknames For Short People Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes, such a little baby, "You never called me Nate I mean, you always say my full name." "Oh," He mumbled, now understanding it, "Nate," He said it again and seemed to be thinking something, "Nelly," He added, picking up other nicknames, "Natty," He added, testing them all and I chuckled, staring at this drunk man be the total opposite of the Nikolas I know. No, not opposite actually, just the relaxed version of him, the one not holding the whole world's load over his shoulders.

because regardless of their uniform for the evening, they always have a white cowboy hat, like a hero from an old spaghetti western. And just like characters from westerns, they all have ridiculous sounding nicknames that they use in lieu of their names–like “The Kid” or “Steel Toe Joe” or “Whiplash Jake”, a tip of the hat, so to speak, to Diamond Devine’s country background.

Nicknames should just roll off the tongue. Bryce still couldn't accept his offspring being called Bear or Bean, even if it were only a nickname. Holly grabbed his fingers and said, "There's a famous adventurer named Bear. Don't forget the famous comedian. His nickname is Bean as well." Bryce couldn't win the argument at all. In the end, he forcibly chose the names Little Man and Fish Stick. When Bryce sat down, he saw two baby essentials kits in the corner and thought they looked familiar.

“Oh… Oh, Nicky--” “Nico,” I rasp. “The people who really get close to me… If you want to use a nickname, call me Nico, alright? Nicky was just some stupid kid…” “Hey… Hey Nicky.” And James was the last person to ever fucking call me that. “Nico,” she tries on. And fuck, that feels wrong. It is creepy as fuck hearing that name coming out from these lips in that breathy, feminine voice.

After Renee finished interacting with so many people, Susanna felt compelled to whisper, "Renee, do you know all these people? You're amazing!" “No," Renee replied, her mind on her ties with the Lambert family. She gave a piece of advice, "I just need to remember which family they're from and their status. I call you Susanna, not Miss Todd, and that makes all the difference." She used nicknames for friends. And reserve Miss So-and-So for formal occasions.

But his rambling was cut short when I leaned in, and in one quick motion, gave his cheek a small peck. “Goodnight, Pepper Chicken.” He chuckled softly at that. “Goodnight, Milkshake.” As I drove home that night, one thing was clear - I’d probably never be called by my actual name by Jeff and Gina. But as much I’d miss being called by my name and not some food or drink, I had to admit that something about having nicknames like Hawk and Dove, actually felt strangely comforting. It almost felt like I belonged in their pretty crazy, yet loving family.