Poetic Nicknames Novels & Stories

"Wait. I've told you my nicknames. What are yours?" Since I've shared my nicknames, both flattering and not-so-flattering I guess it was only fair he told me his in return. A chuckle escaped him and I hate to admit that it was starting to grow on me. His chuckle, not the person behind it to be clear! I would never ever admit to liking a hockey player. "Well, you already guessed the one people use mostly. That would be: asshole. But those who know me and consider me to be their friend call me Nath or Niel. Whichever part of my name sticks with them. And I don't mind either way."

he whispered, "A nickname? You mean some silly nicknames used by those couples around?" "Yeah, sort of. How about Fluffy love?" I raised a brow at him,"Really? I didn't know you were this kind of corny, cringey rather," "Nah. That's my wolf's suggestion, since he liked your fluffy tail. How about, sweet angel?" "You know, calling me by my normal name is enough. We don't need to blend in with the trend just because some couples here have nicknames for each other, doesn't mean we also need it,"

He was fine just a second before, and now this. “Why? Even you can do that the same." “He is an asshole. Instead of listening to me, he would start calling you Nic more often to tease me more,” I chuckled, enjoying his jealousy. To be honest, I too didn’t want anyone to call me Nic except for him. To be honest, I didn’t like this nickname at all, as it gave a feeling of a male’s name rather than a female’s name, despite the fact that he had named me this. I felt loved as I never had a nickname before, like Frederick, Amelia, Massimo, and most of the names around me.

Saber told him. “This is slow?” Nate asked. “Things are a bit different now,” Gomez said. “She needs some care, don’t you, Twinkletoes?” She grinned up at Gomez. “I like that nickname. But I like sweetheart too. And Baby girl. Not Spitfire, though.” She glared up at Saber. “That’s too bad, Spitfire.” “Never had so many nicknames. Does it mean you like me?” “That’s exactly what it means,” Saber told her.

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.’”

“That’s right. Did he recite the poem to you?” “No. It’s just that the Orgy Bar term is the only nickname I know for the bar. The nice name, anyway.” “Ah,” Jackie said with a smirk. “Do you remember the poem? I’d love to hear it.” “Let’s see. He recited it a few times when he and Danielle would come in for lunch.” Jackie struggled to remember – for Nick. “I think I got it. A place you can go to solve all your sorrows, it’s called the Orgy Bar. If you fail a test, but you can go and grab a big breast, at the Orgy Bar.”

The ride went quiet for a moment, I stole a glance at her and she seemed a bit lost in thoughts. "Uhm… how about ‘babe? Baby??" "Too much... I think " I quickly realized, feeling nauseous at the thought of calling anyone babe. "I have an idea, Sir” she said, her voice meek and cautious. “I’m listening” I replied, eager to hear her speak. “How about a nickname?” she said, her eyes glinting with uncertainty. "That's better than pretentious names that hold no value." “Our nicknames won't hold any value either...” I returned.

He was just another temporary person. 'I'm going to tear him apart if I see him.' 'You wouldn't dare..' 'Oh sweet child, you don't know what I'm capable of.' Alexandra giggled at the nickname. 'That reminds me, what do I call you?' 'What do you suggest?' 'I don't know. What about Queen? since you emerged the night, I was dancing Queen.' 'Wow you just want to name me after a duck? I'm offended!' 'Okay geez...umm Bloom? The moon was blue that night also.'

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.

When I was 16 years old, I traveled with my sister, Sarah Barnes, to Nectar Valley for the rural settlement program. We arrived late, and the youth dormitory was already full, so Sarah and I were housed with Nutty. Nutty's surname was Walters, and his given name was Nathan, though his formal name was chosen to match the pronunciation of his childhood nickname. In rural areas, there was a custom of giving boys deliberately crude names to ward off evil spirits and help them survive to adulthood.