Patrick Ewing Nickname Novels & Stories

" Riece said, ruffling Dennis' full black hair. Dennis swatted his hand away and glared playfully at him. Riece winked at his husband and grinned at us. "Just call me Riece. As for our kids, you can just call them Sweet pea, Jello and Kitty. We like to go by nicknames in our family." "Just like how you all like to call me Esthie." Mrs Taiwo said, glaring playfully at Riece. "Esthie is a great nickname! You should hear what we call Azeez when he's not in the room." Dennis said, chuckling. Mr Taiwo shot his brother a dirty look. Dennis leaned in and whispered to us.

"If she'll let me." "Of course I will," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "I've missed having a friend who knows the real me. All of me. Nova and Elizabeth." "Who's Elizabeth?" Asher asked, looking up from his new sketchbook. I froze. The boys didn't know. They still thought my name was Elizabeth Moore. "Elizabeth was... a nickname," Katie covered smoothly. "Like how Phoenix is sometimes called Nix. Your mom had a nickname too." "Oh." Asher seemed satisfied with that answer and went back to his drawing.

"This very Norland Hotel is one of his many assets." "In Sidsbury, Alexander is as renowned as Elijah of the Lorane family. He’s nicknamed Rich Alex because half the city’s businesses are said to be his!" Elijah earned the title of Rich Eli due to his control over half of the city’s underground forces. Alexander, on the other hand, was a true businessman who stayed away from violent dealings and was known for his philanthropy and good reputation. Though both men shared the same title, their realms were fundamentally different. "So it’s him," Woody recalled.

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.

I teased, grinning. Bernard Shaw was his real name, but I’d always called him Bernardo Shawty whenever I was tired of our intense, back-breaking training. It was a nickname only I used, a secret password to get under his skin and end the day’s training early. Only the both of us knew this nickname, as he was so embarrassed and warned me never to let others hear it. As soon as he heard the name now, his expression completely changed, as if he had just seen a ghost or received the most devastating news.

“Hey, Egghead. You have a comrade looking for you. Come downstairs quickly.” She hung up the call as Adrian said in puzzlement, “Ms. Phoebe, who’s Egghead?” Phoebe sniggered, covered her mouth, and said, “Please don’t misunderstand. Blaze and I are childhood friends, and ‘Egghead’ is his nickname. I’m used to addressing him by that name and have never changed the habit.” Adrian answered, “Ah.” Meanwhile, a voice was heard saying, “Pheebs, where’s my comrade? Where are they?”

After an hour of constant bawling she eventually stopped least she pass out from the headache she had earned. “May I ask? Who are you to my daughter?” Melissa asked, sniffing her nostrils while Nick passed her on a napkin that she received with gratitude and wiped on her face. “I’m Nicklaus” he uttered while the eye and lips of Nicks men almost fell off from their aggressive twitching. Never in their lives have they ever heard Nick introduce himself in such a shabby way, he totally disregarded his heritage as though it was nothing.

She waved before walking off, obviously worried by the sudden disappearance of the note she could've sworn she gave back. E-Town? Ethan thought surprisingly at his first nickname given by someone other than his family. Nathan towered over Ethan hands crossed over his chest, "you know Ethanol, Gaby and I have been friends since we were pups, I'm very attached to her and I care about her and she is my best friend, I'll like you to fucking stay away from her. If you don't want to get me piss off. And I bet you don't wanna know what I do when I'm pissed." He ending his sentence with a growl which made Ethan shrink with a quick nod.

“Ha. Yep. I’m glad you and I got kids as targets, though, so when we just lobbed them in there, no one made fun of us for being soft.” Memory agreed. She’d been standing across from Lorelei, so there was no way she was tossing that snowball too hard. All her niece had talked about the last week were those crazy cardinals. “How about you? Do you have any other nicknames, I mean, besides Dak?” He thought for a second. “When I played basketball in high school, my friends called me Swoosh, but other than that.... Well, I haven’t always gone by Dak.” “You haven’t?”

Like the wind, the sound of her laughter passed through Ezekiel's chest and gave him a comfortable breeze. “You see, Your Highness. Eza is actually my nickname. My grandfather gave me that nickname," said Ezra with a small laugh. "But doesn't that nickname suit you too?" Ezekiel was silent. But his mouth made a smile so thin that it almost didn't look like a smile at all. "Mm. Eza suits me too.” "I know riiiiight?!" Ezra spoke cheerfully. Seeing the face of Ezra who was trying hard to hide her sadness, Ezekiel realized he had repeated his mistake again.