Nicknames To Call Your Gf Novels & Stories

He kissed my shoulder and uttered in husky tone, " You are my wife.. So I thought to call you romantically as wifey.. Why ??.. Don't you like it ??" " Wifey.. Why didn't you tell me that you don't like to be called Gundu ??" He added in soft tone.. When I heard his question, I do not know whether to laugh or cry.. In this world, who likes to be called fatty, who wants to hear that word from the person they love.. Regardless of his foolish query, I told him in low tone, " We will get divorce next week.. After that, I am not your wife.. I don't care by what name you are calling me.. However, your fiance gowri will definitely don't like it when you call me as wifey in front of her.."

“You’re so wise today. Why?” “Because my Quinnterstellar is back.” “Quinnterstellar? Is that a new nickname for me?” “Do you like it?” “I like it. It’s cute.” Grayson chuckled. “Quinny, Quinnterstellar, my Quinn. Besides that, what other nicknames should I give you?” “That’s plenty.” Grayson shook his head. “Something’s missing. Maybe I should add… my wife?”

I heard her chuckle, "Why are they calling you playboy if you're not acting like one?" "Pardon?" "Look at you. Don't you think I can't examine a person if they're a j*rk or not?" She said. My eyebrows met out of confusion, "I don't quite understand you, Gab." "Gab. You gave me a nickname on your own without getting my permission, huh?" Straight forward, I like her. "Don't you like it? I am the only one who can call you that from now on, Gab," I repeat calling her Gab on purpose.

Gosh, if I was married, he would probably call me Madame. “…Only if you call me by a nickname when we are alone. Then I’ll address you as Natalia when we are alone.” Reiner said, surprising me that he was negotiating with me. “What is your nickname?” I asked. This idea is intriguing. “That is up to what you want to call me,” He replied without any emotion in his voice. “Reiner…hmm…a nickname? What about ‘R’? I’ll call you ‘R’. It’s cute yet cool, right? Like a codename,” I suggested with a shy smile.

he says incredulously. “No good? I’m trying out some nicknames. “What about Meatball? Honey Bear? Sugar Lips?” “Really?” Zak says, leaning up to look at me. “What’s with all the food nicknames?” “What? I love food! And I love you,” I say, kissing him on the lips. “I love you, too,” Zak says. “But you’re a dork.” “What?” I say. “You’re gonna get it for that!” I’m smiling uncontrollably and leaning into his face.

he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s written all over your body,” she replied smoothly, her tone laced with a light teasing edge. He chuckled, clearly enjoying her boldness. “Well, you’re not wrong,” he admitted, straightening with a dramatic flair. “In fact, they used to call me ‘The Silver Fox.” The nickname rolled off his tongue with a mix of pride and nostalgia, and I couldn’t help but picture the younger version of him—charming, confident, and undoubtedly a heartbreaker.

she replies dripping sensuality. It’s about twenty seconds before Madison answers. “Mak here.” “Hi, Mad, how’s it hangin’?” Her irritated sigh heightens the smile on my face. “Mad is worse than Madison and you know it. I need to start calling you Gom.” “You know I won’t call you Mak, so get over yourself,” I tease. Mak is a badass name for a badass woman who’s an ex-cop. I won’t deny that Kick-ass should be her middle name. Pushing her buttons is too much fun, though. “I’m cutting your tantrum short, sweet cheeks. I’m heading to the Lincoln and I’d like you to arrange some company.”

I said, my voice shaky, embarrassed but drawn to him. “Okay, fine,” I said, still grinning. “But I can’t call you ‘beast’ outside the bedroom. What about ‘knight’ or ‘king’? You’re my knight in shining armor, saving me every time. Or my king, for guiding me through all this.” “Hmmm,” he said thoughtfully. “I was expecting something more sophisticated, like a French or Italian nickname, but I’ll take them. You don’t have to pick. Just call me whichever you like. Knight or king, and I’ll answer.”

“There hasn’t been any contact, right Genny?” F*ck that name again. Why did she always insist on calling me by that stupid nickname? I couldn’t tell her to stop, either, it had gone on for far too long. I only hoped she didn’t catch my cringe at the sound of it. She didn’t, as she continued to stare at me expectedly, but Raphael sure did. His thick, lucious lips flicked, a hint of a smile almost etched into his features. In the blink of an eye, though, it was gone. Damn.

"But my name is Veronica." "What's wrong with that? Everyone closest to you calls you Vero, and Stephen calls you Nikki. So I looked for another name that I can use to call you and must be different, of course. How about that? Do you agree with it?" "Just tell me that you don't like it because Stephen chose Nikki' for my nickname," sneered Nikki. "Not really true. I'll still call you Nikki, but Karen is just the name I'll use when we're alone."