Patrick Ewing Nickname Novels & Stories

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.

He was nicknamed Pie, because Rachel thought that his face looked as round as a pie. At first, Cyrus didn't agree on the nickname that Rachel had gotten for their son, but Rachel turned a deaf ear to his disagreement and continued to call their son "Pie". Moreover, his son seemed to know that his nickname was "Pie" as he would respond on that name. In the end, Cyrus gave in to that. At Sigrid's birthday dinner, Rachel began chatting with Sigrid after handing Sigrid the birthday gift. Pie was still sleeping peacefully in his mother's arm.

But the worst part is… he’s even more attractive than the last time I saw him. And he’s in his MC kutte, the leather vest still has his “VP” tag. Guess some things haven’t changed. “Likewise,” I reply with an eyeroll. His lips twitch and he helps me with my luggage. “Did you have a good flight?” “I arrived safely, didn’t I?” “Damn,” he whistles. “The bird has grown some claws. Maybe I should change your nickname to kitten.” Because of my name, Wren—which is a type of bird—my brother and Ezra decided that giving me “bird” nicknames is the way to go.

He saw Benny's kindness as a weakness. "I grabbed the man by his throat, sweets," he reminds me, but my heart speeds up at the nickname and I lose focus. I want to ask if he calls everyone that or just me. My mom calls everyone "honey." I don't know why, but I like "sweets" that more than "sweetheart." Maybe because it's small and matches me more. "He had it coming." I say, nodding so emphatically my messy bun bounces. "I was about to throttle him for the way he was talking to you."

Second Uncle said. "But the nickname really sounds unpleasant." Miranda pouted and said. Wesley's father said with a smile, "In fact, it sounds pretty good. What's more, there are many children who are nicknamed Puppy. Little Pig Head, it sounds so cute." He didn't know what Jason was, but he was absolutely capable. In his opinion, there being such a great person who would take care of his grandson, his grandson would not suffer in the future.

Unfortunately it had been three decades since anyone had called Pea anything but Pea, and even Call, who had been the man to accept him into the Rangers, couldn’t remember his real first name, though he knew his last name was Parker. Having no wish to embarrass the man, Augustus had written him in as “P. E. Parker, Wrangler.” He had wanted to list him as a blacksmith, since in truth Pea was a superior blacksmith and only an average wrangler, but Pea Eye thought he could sit a horse as well as anyone and didn’t wish to be associated publicly with a lower trade.

Right now, Olive and I needed to talk. “My own brother—I just can’t…I can’t believe it. How am I supposed to trust him after this?” She threw her hands in the air and flopped down on a vintage-looking couch. “Olive, can’t you see it? The guy that gave Erik the loan. Nick is just part of his name. It’s a nickname.” She tilted her head, wrinkling her nose in confusion. “A nickname? What would Nick be a nickname for—” Suddenly, her eyes widened. I knew she’d made the same connection I did when her jaw dropped, and she gasped.

He says with a mischievous waggle of his eyebrows. I snort and roll my eyes in response. “I appreciate the compliment, boys. But as cute as you both are, I’m not looking for a hookup of any kind, especially with a gladiator.” The other brother gives me a little boy pout and snaps his fingers. “That’s too bad, baby girl. Well, I’m Ewan, and this is my brother Mac; in case you were wondering.” He says with a soft lilt in his voice.

B. "B?" I looked up at him. "That's your name? Just B?" "Problem?" "No." I put my phone away. "Just feels… minimal." "Minimal?" He laughed softly and turned toward the kitchen. "You're using the nickname I gave you three years ago. Who's really being minimal?" I froze. I remembered the name that had auto-populated when I'd registered. EvelynW. W. Winchester. He'd given me that nickname in college. I'd asked him why.