Nicknames For Tall People Novels & Stories

Still, Dicky turned toward Cordy and said, "I have to go, Mommy. But I'm just next door, so could you visit me later?" Cordy could not refuse him once she saw his yearning look, and she nodded. "Okay." She could also explain to him properly that she was not his mommy when she did. "Oh! My name is Richard Levine, but everyone calls me Dicky. You should too, Mommy." After introducing himself, little Richard reluctantly walked over to the man, who must be over six feet tall from a single glance at his tall frame. The height difference made Richard appear cuter, even perfect, as the child stood beside him.

"Hmm, let's see... the women your kind is interested in never have a bad hair day. Neither do they ever fart nor use the toilet. They are tall, with shiny hair, and look so gorgeous that you ask yourself if it's a filter or if they were just born that way." "I like tall women, actually. I don't have to bend my neck," Jake says, grinning, and I just know he is trying to get under my skin. I'm all here for the war, though. "Oh, yeah?" My voice is a challenge. "Then perhaps you should find yourself a tall woman and not bother with me. The Lord knows my short legs won't grow any longer." My words make Jake frown, and he looks genuinely confused for a moment. "Are you unhappy with your height?"

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

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.

My mind was racing and I wondered if she had heard the rumors… Lax is one of many sports at this school with a locker room, and, as is the theme in this story, rumors get around. A teammate had caught a peek of me changing once and commented on my size. At the time, I was really embarrassed by it, so everyone latched on and created a nickname–Richie, brother of the nickname Dick. There's no easier way to get a nickname to stick than acting like you don't want it. Even though it didn't leave the field, I wondered if she knew about my nickname and if the rumors about her size obsession were true.

1. "Height this! Height that! Why do you always keep on teasing me? So what if I'm not as tall as Arden or Ezra or Circe! Argh! You're so annoying, at least call me 'older brother' or something. I'm still older, you know! Argh!" He complained.

I pick it up to get a better look, snorting when I read the message. Vanessa: Would you rather be 11 feet tall or 9 inches tall? Shaking my head with a chuckle, I open it up and start typing out a response. Callum: Definitely 11 feet. Chicks dig tall dudes. You? Vanessa: Nine inches. I’d be able to sneak into small spaces and listen in on everyone’s private conversations like a tiny spy.

started everything. *** 'Bald' was his nickname. Taken from his short hairstyle like an army. When his hair grew long, he would cut it with the same style. That's why the word 'bald' was always attached to him. However, only his fellow dared to call him that. For those like us who were still new members, doing that was mean looking for death. "Hey, Midget! Give me that soy sauce!" He yelled while sitting across from me.

She felt rather ashamed that she didn’t know what her name meant, but she was determined to find out once she got back to the orphanage. “That name is too hard to pronounce,” Logan said to himself. “Why don’t we give you another name? A nickname?” “Why would you give her a nickname?” Tara asked in annoyance. “Yeah! Why?” Alaina shouted at her brother. “I want a nickname, too,” Tara demanded. “Your name is easy to pronounce,” Sebastian said. “And it’s kind of short already.” “How about Sarah?” Nicolas suggested. “It’s a popular name, and it means princess.”

She chortled whilst pulling away from the tall beautiful lady. They are called the same nickname back in highschool which is B so Basma thought it was better if she changes Bushra's name while she held onto the B like dear life. Bushra let her have her way throughout highschool since she is not one to complain, she likes that no one bothers calling her the stupid nickname Basma fixed on her head. She loves each and every day in her highschool, it was always filled with teasing.