Nicknames For Short People Novels & Stories

I smiled, going to him and wrapping my arms around him. “You’ve gotten so tall, shortie,” I said, and Asher and I burst out in laughter. Well, when we were still teenagers, Silver was the shortest out of all the pack boys and that was embarrassing for Alpha's son, but it earned him a nickname, shortie, and he absolutely hated that name. He was good at everything and the only place he lacked was height. We would tease him just to annoy him. “Oh, who is so short now?” he asked, increasing in height. I was literally hugging his laps. I kicked him when the sun didn’t shine and he shrunk back to his size, holding his precious jewels.

I murmur and lift my eyes to his. Christian boyish grin made me smile unconsciously. "Great." He said, eyes dancing with happiness. "Come on, I'll show you to your locker." I spoke as I strutted ahead of him. His long legs quickly kept up with my pace. His earthly scent surrounds me as he gets a little closer. "So Arabella, do your friends have any nicknames for you? Usually, girls with long names like yours have a shortened form of it to be easier on the tongue." Christian questions.

“George is the name. And I'm two and seven inches. As at when I last checked.” “What do you mean by that? You think that rubbish between your legs will grow any longer?” Anna scolded him with a scornful smirk and he shrank back into his seat. George was the guy who mistakenly called Anna, miss instead of madam earlier. “Next person!” Anna shouted. “My name is Adam, madam. And, I'm three and a quarter inches.” “Michael. Three and four inches” “I'm Jeremiah. Jerry for short and I'm two and six inches”

“But that’s not even the main thing! Some man booked you for a private!!! Shade himself!” “Who?” I grimace skeptically. What a nickname. People really love their edgy little aliases… and idiots fall for it. Like Ksyusha. Tell her some “Skull,” “Demon,” “Ghoul,” “Knuckles,” or now “Shade” showed up, and she’s already running headfirst toward them like a moth to a flame.

The car suddenly pulled to a stop and I forced my lips close as I turned to stare at him, my heart beating widely. “You talk too much for someone so little, shortcake.” He said as he turned to look at me, his eyes boring into mine. That nickname again. My heart didn't exactly flip this time. I just realized that it sounded more like an insult than an endearment. ‘Shortcake’. It was obvious; Damon Blackwell was making fun of my height.

Dinner with the family, take two. “Grab us a beer, Minnie Mouse,” her brother, Frankie, called as Mia walked into her parents’ house and past the lounge room. “Are your arms painted on?” she called back. Minnie Mouse. Ugh. How she hated that nickname but there was little she could do to change it. Frankie had christened her with the moniker when she was just a baby. She was small, a girl, and, according to Frankie, squeaked like a mouse all the time. Even as an adult, she couldn’t shrug off the name. She was still small—barely five foot to her brothers’ six foot plus frames—still a girl, last time she checked, and Frankie still thought her voice was reminiscent of the famous cartoon characte

No one in the MC calls me by my real name but if you are more comfortable with it then use it," he says with a smile. " I like Unka Viper. I want a nickname." Jace says." Me too. I want nickname Unka Viper '' Jax says, bouncing in his seat. " Uncle Viper. I like the sound of it. You boys want a nickname do you?" Ethan says, picking his plate up and taking it to sink. " Yes' ' the boys say in unison. " Well I'm going to have to think about it for a little bit and get to know you, boys, better before we can give you one," he says. " Yea" the boys shout. I start picking up the leftover pizza and start packing it away. " Boys remember what Alaric says about nicknames." Ethan has returned to his

he questioned. "Just one of my nicknames. Short for Olivia." I say reaching out my hand — my other hand was tightly wrapped around Ari. His hands quickly meet mine giving it a firm shake. "Alexander"

Suzie winked at me, “or Attie? I’m trying to think of the best way to shorten your name. I officially go by Susan, but everyone has always called me Suzie. What about you?” They call me Atalanta. Or nothing, really. You there? They don’t really speak enough to me to say my name a lot. “Just my full name.” I replied. “I’ve never had a nickname.” “Do you want a nickname?” Suzie asked, looking at me with such kindness that it made me shy. I nodded, unable to speak. My first nickname. Well, unless you count little mouse. “Then I pick Lana. It suits you better than Attie, I think.” Suzie said with a big smile. “Cute sports bra, by the way. Is it new?”

When I was 16 years old, I traveled with my sister, Sarah Barnes, to Nectar Valley for the rural settlement program. We arrived late, and the youth dormitory was already full, so Sarah and I were housed with Nutty. Nutty's surname was Walters, and his given name was Nathan, though his formal name was chosen to match the pronunciation of his childhood nickname. In rural areas, there was a custom of giving boys deliberately crude names to ward off evil spirits and help them survive to adulthood.