Poetic Nicknames Novels & Stories

I didn't understand the lingo. "Oh, um Pastey or PIE or 22/7 are really just Nick names. Pastey means Pastor but with kinda like a swagged up pzazz. Then PIE, his initials. 22/7 is the formula for pie in mathematics." He said and laughed. "Oh I get it so just a fun friendly way of addressing your pastor then," I smiled. He nodded "Yeah. What is your name?" He asked. "Femi Akinjola." I said, "Oh. Okay I know you. I was trying to place your face. Your fame is the kind that people go on Big brother to get." He said. I never knew a church kid would be talking about big brother in church.

"God, don't kill someone in front of me." "No worries, honey pie. Whoever I kill won't be some innocent soul." "Jesus, where do you get these nicknames from?" "Don't like it? I came up with it especially for you." "Well, it sounds like a nickname intended for girls. Cringy." "It's not for girls. It's specially for you. Or do you prefer I call you cupcake, muffin, sugar, little honey baby, darling, or my princesso?" "Please don't. They sound horrible."

he raised an eyebrow. “If we want this ruse to work, we have to commit. Make it believable,” he grinned. “You can save me as ‘honey,’ ‘darling,’ or even ‘love of my life.’” He laughed. “‘Best thing that ever happened to me’—too much?” I sighed. “How about ‘Arrogant Rake’?” He smirked. I ignored him and typed "My Prince" instead. When he entered my number into his phone, he paused. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were Wild Cat. So your nickname will be ‘Kitten.’”

Although she was a procurer, she liked to act like she was smarter than everyone else. Rosa used the nickname 'Lovely Rose' for a while but she did not manage to get any men. She was rather frustrated and so she brought it up with the other ladies. They all laughed at her name, and they told her nowadays people wanted something thrilling. Who would be attracted to such an artistic name?

Of course, Arianne did not dare to carry Plato again since she was afraid that her son would get jealous. When Arianne asked if Tiffany had come up with a nickname for Plato, she shook her head. “No, is there a need to come up with a nickname for boys? When Smore grows up into a handsome young man, wouldn’t it be ridiculous to still call him Smore? The young ladies that fancy him are going to laugh their asses off. Nicknames are only cute when they’re little.”

Ophelia scoffed, and she saw the female trembling with rage. "I am not ugly you bitch!" Ophelia laughed as she exclaimed. "You should have named Toxicodendron radicans." The female frowned as Ophelia scoffed. "What?" Ophelia sighed as she asked, perplexed. "Of course, my bad I didn't realize your thick head won't understand it. It refers to poison Abilene. You should have been named Poison Abilene rather than Abilene. That name is far too lovely for someone as ugly as you."

he questioned. "What's wrong with that?" I shot back, lifting my eyebrows, attempting not to blush at his compliment. "Come on, Nikki, every girl usually has like 15 friends, and you're telling me you've got only two?" he debated. I arched an eyebrow at his audacity. "What?" he asked, sounding a bit defensive. "Nikki? Seriously?" I couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, I thought of giving you a unique nickname that no one's used before, so I tweaked 'Nika' to 'Nikki.' You don't like it?" His smile faded a bit.

I look at all the people walking out, talking, laughing, and being together. Yorick would be an amazing father and that thought has my body responding much more strongly than I would have expected. I suddenly feel a visceral need to give this man pups, pups that look like the two of us. “It’s fine, Wendy. We can talk tonight or tomorrow, Shakespeare,” Hacker says. “Shakespeare?” Wendy asks. “You haven’t met Zach. He gave us all nicknames when he first met us. I got mine for obvious reasons,” he says. “Not all of us get cool codenames,” he says much more softly. Wendy blushes and I gasp.

So what nickname? I tried thinking too, but unfortunately, I couldn't think of any. So I asked him instead. " Hey tell me a nickname. One that is nice to talk with but not awkward when talking around people." I asked, looking up from my phone. " How about Andrio? That sounds nickname-ish" I froze as I repeated his words in my head once again. " What?" I gasped, looking at him to see if he knew anything. " Andrio. Well, see because I have this friend called Anderson and he asked me for a nickname for himself. So I said Andrio. It has a nice ring to it doesn't it?" He smiled. I blinked a few times before registering some oxygen into my lungs.

Ugh! Just such little contact already has me pressed to jump out of my own skin. But like hell if he’ll ever know that for sure. I park a hand over my hip, not slowing down my pace, “I know you’ve been gone for so long, but that name doesn’t stick anymore.” “Yeah,” He bites back easily, leaning in to whisper, “Heard ‘Harlot’ suits you so much better.” My eyes roll. If anything, that’s the nickname I hate the most, yet it’s the one that’s stuck the longest.