Patrick Ewing Nickname Novels & Stories

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.

But no one justified his nickname. “Grayson, behave yourself for once.” An older gentleman wearing glasses and slacks said as he sat down next to Grayson. “Good evening Miss Ava, I apologize for the simpletons that have surrounded you. My name is Lewis, Elijah’s Gamma.” The man said, introducing himself shaking my hand. I saw the majority of the men at the table growling at his words. “Watch yourself, Lewis. Last time you put your foot in your mouth; you and Grayson were fighting in the Pitts.” Elijah said as he took a swig of beer. Everyone around them started laughing that was except for myself, Lewis, and Grayson.

A familiar voice called out in a warm, playful tone. Ethan. That boyish grin that never seemed to fade stretched wide across his face. “Come on, slow poke. Is that how you intend to win the game?” I grinned, assessing him. “Slowpoke? Watch me win, Ethan!” I yelled, chasing after him. He snorted. “Yeah, sure. Like you always do.” Then he ran. Ethan was quick on his feet. A trait i didn't like because it always made that stupid nickname he had for me sound too real.

Was he not sick in the head? Even bystanders could not bear to see it, so as the main party concerned, Zephyr Ewing’s mood was also understandable. Zephyr held back from cursing at Alex, but only glared at him and said, "Young man, do you know who you’re talking to?" Alex shrugged and pointed to Zachary Ewing, who was standing next to Zephyr, and said, "Aren’t you, his father?" "Yes..."

Elric was momentarily stunned before breaking into a chuckle. Ever since joining the entertainment industry, fans had taken to calling him "El," a nickname he had grown used to. But hearing someone call him "El God" again brought back memories. Still, he preferred "El" now, especially since it was the name Lindsay always used for him. With a smile, he gave the two a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Let them be jealous. There’s more for them to envy—I've got your backs in gaming, and Linds will carry you through polo."

, Roger chimed. " Don't you feel pity in your handsome cousin?", Fin added. I don't know what to say to this fellas ! I was about to throw the flower vase at them when Grace came with a tray on her hand. " Dont you dare throw those flowers Greegy !", she scolded me. "Greggy?", the three said in amazement. I blushed. "It's his nickname. Grandma calls her Greggy most often", Grace informed. The gals laughed loudly. I glared at them.

He said letting her go. “And this is her daughter.” Patricia gestured to Eve. All the women paused while they waited for Peter to make the connection between Eve and Lincoln, but he remained to Holly’s surprise and to his daughters and wife’s dismay, as oblivious as Lincoln was. “Oh, she is adorable, and what is your name?” Keith asked as he smiled fondly at Eve. “It’s Eve, but Maggie calls me Evie.” She smiled. She liked the nickname. “That is such a pretty name.” Patricia loved it.

Oh God I'm so lucky. "See you later Chunkie..and you too Cher." She walked out of the room and closed the huge French doors behind her. Wesley's mother has given me a nickname now. But what's up with sweetcheeks, babycheeks and Chunkie? Where did she get those nicknames from? He's her son by the way so she can call him any name that pleases her.. Oh it's gonna be so much fun teasing Wesley with it... "Chunkie?" I burst into laughter. "That's the most ridiculous nickname I've ever heard in my life!" I said and continued laughing.

he checked all the boxes I needed but didn’t want. "I remembered that I didn't tell you my name, miss." The butler muttered in front of me while spraying a tiny bit of water on the house plant that's already seems to be dying. "I'm Benito." "I'm Elowyn but you can call me Winnie." Rhett stared at my way and glared at me for a nonsense reason. I shrugged him off while patting his associate's shoulder. "As in Winnie the Pooh?" "My father gave me the nickname. He said Winnie and I love honey so he basically gave me the nickname."

Once Evangeline was in the car, he shut the door behind her and took his place behind the wheel. As he buckled up, Evangeline's curiosity got the better of her. "Are you... Snow Wolf?" Evangeline's gaze could not help but drift across the man's face, a slight frown creasing her brow. There was something oddly familiar about him. Had they met before? However, no memories came to mind. The man met her gaze with an aloof indifference. "Has anyone else ever called you Cuddly Cutie?" "Uh, no." Outside, Evangeline was the cherished princess of the Foster family. At home, she was Ms. Evangeline. Nicknames were off-limits.