Poetic Nicknames Novels & Stories

“You were giving a speech when the rain hit. Thunder, lightning... and then—” I sniffed. I already know what happened next without needing to remember it. In damned public, no less? Alaric sighed. “Do not beat yourself up, dear friend.” “Easy for you to say. You are not Cel’theren the Tether-Thin or Cel’theren the Blabbering.” And yes, those were actual, honest-to-the-dead nicknames I had earned in the past, bestowed by the kind-hearted public for my... less-than-ideal behavior during official events.

"I'll miss you too, Pinocchio." Rita said, gently patting my back. I swallowed hard and my heart rate increased briefly. Pinocchio was a nickname she chose to call me because it rhymed with hers - Pistachio. Now that I had begun to lie to her, it seemed very fitting for me.

territory. Mom came to my rescue, trying to put a mature spin on the situation. "You know, giving nicknames is a sign of affection, Winter. Just like your father calling you 'Little Owl' because you never stop asking questions." She shot him a playful glare, and he acted offended, placing a hand over his heart. "Touché, my love."

My social skills were really bad but I was really trying my best with him, since he was my mate’s best friend. “Alright, alright but we both must go out together. Really wanna get to know you, Celly.” he said, giving me a nickname. Maliah was the first person to ever give me a good nick name. Through my stay in my pack, I had several nicknames. It was just that they were all too bad. Slut, whore, hateful bitch, murder and conniving wolf. Having Caleb give me a new nickname, made a part of my heart flutter. I felt appreciated and loved.

I didn't respond, just went silent. "Why are you being shy again? Are you sure you're not a turtle?" Soren teased. Unable to stop myself, I muttered, "You've called me silly goose and scaredy cat before, and now you're calling me a turtle. What's next? Anyway, can you stop giving me nicknames?" "Hmm, let's see… An ostrich would be a fitting nickname too," he teased. "No way!" Our conversation was getting more and more childish, and I was cringing hard.

I truly did not know my own name; where I came from; or even that I was a werewolf. While I was in the coma, the Howling Rogues gave me the nickname “Poison,” which I continued to use even after my memories came back. The nickname came from the discovery of the herbs in my duffle bag, which they rescued from the van at the same time that they rescued me. I guess one of the younger members thought the herbs looked really funny, and started calling them “poison” and me “poison girl” and the nickname sort-of stuck from there.

She bumped her shoulder against Mindy's, and motioned with her chin in my direction. Mindy turned. Her eyes glided over me. She smiled, perfect white teeth brilliant against her glorious bronze tan. I swallowed, feeling stupid and nervous, waiting for the moment when she'd cry out my hated childhood nickname. "Winnie-the-pooh," she would crow, and screech her banshee's laugh. Blame my parents for naming me after great-grandfather Winchester. Winchester Sherman Hollister, that was the moniker with which I'd been cursed. But she didn't. She only smiled that playful little smile, and tilted her head and lowered her eye lashes, and it struck me like a blow from a mallet that she was giving me a

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.

Holly took the paper and glanced through the names again. Then, she seriously said, "I thought they sounded nice. Squishy is so cute, and Little Man sounds strong and easy to take care of. Bear sounds like a fun little name." Bryce thought about what he wanted to say. "Can we think of something more elegant? We can take inspiration from poems or songs. "You've read a lot of books since you were young, so it shouldn't be too hard for you to come up with an elegant name." "We can do that for the child's actual name. Nicknames should just roll off the tongue."

he said speeding off, it almost skipped my mind that Nick is a crazy driver I buckled up my seatbelt quickly. "Let me get you something to chew on" Nick offered heading into another room in the garden, it looked like a decorated balcony I walked around the room touching all the several artifacts in the building, everything looked so beautiful and pleasant…I saw a photo of Nick and another weird-looking guy they did look a bit alike but Nick was more handsome than his partner and huge too. "That's my brother Nicolas" The Name sound so similar " Were you too twin brothers?" I asked " No, but my mom named us that way because of her love for the name"