Poetic Nicknames Novels & Stories

"Well, it's not as funny just sayin' your name normally, so I always try and think of a new way to say it on the spot!" "I see...do you have any nicknames for yourself?" I questioned, feeling it was unfair for her to have all sorts of nicknames for me, but none for herself. "Nah, I never think of jokes for myself, but if ya can think of anything, you can run it by me!" She responded, excited at the idea of a nickname. "Hm… how about Pop? Popster? Poppers? Popgoes? Poo-" "Ok, Jesus stop, those are all cringe." Poppy responded, disgusted at the horrible ideas. I laughed in response at my own stupid nickanmes for her.

Ethan, who was following along, became curious upon hearing her words. "If you have a cooking hobby, that's great." Nina smiled a bit cynically, "Do you know my nickname?" "Nickname?" "People call me 'The Death Chef,'" Nina said while grabbing two enormous melons. "'The Death Chef.' What does that mean?" "I enjoy cooking, but for some reason, I'm not talented at it. Everything I make turns out differently than I imagine. The taste of my dishes becomes a mess. That's why everyone who has tasted my cooking calls me.'The Death Chef.'"

“You’re so wise today. Why?” “Because my Quinnterstellar is back.” “Quinnterstellar? Is that a new nickname for me?” “Do you like it?” “I like it. It’s cute.” Grayson chuckled. “Quinny, Quinnterstellar, my Quinn. Besides that, what other nicknames should I give you?” “That’s plenty.” Grayson shook his head. “Something’s missing. Maybe I should add… my wife?”

I'm afraid I can't handle it all. - Bend it then, my dear. So it will already be taking effect when we talk to Thorzinho. - Stop fucking calling him that. - You never cared, Babi. - No... Because I didn't know Nicolete called him that. Apparently, only she and the blonde in the middle use nicknames for him. - You should create one... Very original... Yours alone. - Tasty? Love of my life? Reason for my insanity? Major disqualified? - Oh, it makes me hot! – he fanned himself.

"You'll have to do the same. Reach for me, smile, laugh when I bend down, and whisper something. Stretch up on those ridiculously short legs to kiss my cheek. Something. Do you understand?" "Yes." Then he grinned – the most mischievous expression crossing his face. "What?" "I have a befitting nickname for you," he responded. "If you call me sweetheart, do I get to call you something, ah, special, too?" "I'm not one for nicknames. What did you have in mind?" "Something simple." "Like?" "Pumpkin," I stated with a straight face. "No." "Why not? It's beautiful, and it, ah, suits you, on so many levels."

Axel says. “ Fair enough. I know MC’s have road names for their people. But you lasses seem to have some yourselves. I have never seen that before.” “ And you are curious how we got them?” Lilly asks. “ Aye.” Finn says. I have to admit I have been curious about that myself and if anyone is allowed to use the nicknames. “ Not a problem.” Trina Thor’s old lady says. Then she tells us that her nickname is Swift because several years back a prospect had gotten handsy with her and she gave him a swift kick to the balls. Of course she edited it for the kids listening. When she was done explaining I was laughing.

"Peanut." God. Adrian laughed. Fair. Because somehow it fit. Reasonable honestly. Not officially. Not permanently. God. But perfectly. Fair. A nickname given with love. Reasonable. And therefore impossible to resist. God. Outside, moonlight shimmered across the ocean while waves rolled endlessly against the cliffs below. Inside the nursery, two sisters slept peacefully beneath the same roof. And somewhere between accidental nicknames, endless affection, and the breathtaking realization that family members often receive their truest names from the people who love them most—

Wanting to move away from the depressing discussion of her sister's passing, "Do you mind if I ask you something?" "I suppose..." Aphrodite considered how to phrase her question, "I don't want to offend you again, but can you share how you got the nickname, 'DO'?" Devon chuckled and said, "I'm not offended, and the nickname is based on a very innocent circumstance..." "What is that?" she asked.

I asked, only somewhat joking as I referred to the Untouchable that tormented and raped Olive as he pleased. ‘He-who-must-not-be-named’ wasn’t one of the nicknames she’d given him, but I couldn’t resist a good Harry Potter reference. That being said, Olive was much more creative in the nickname department. Among my favorites were asshat and the dickless wonder, but the last thing I wanted to bring up was Blaze Madden’s penis. I had a light breakfast and the last thing I wanted to do was spew it all over Olive’s shiny new car. No, thank you.

When had I held my breath? "What was your nickname?", she inquired delicately. "Son", I huffed angrily. "He would never call me by my name. Only son. Leon was kiddo. Basti was Mister Pooper because - well that's self-explanatory. Sebastien was a mere toddler when he had gotten that nickname. It later turned into cheeky monkey." I shook my head. I forced the memories of my father and I away.