Poetic Nicknames Novels & Stories

I plucked the name out of thin air, possibly because of another movie I’d watched with Mom. “Bad luck. I would have allowed Algonquian. Her people were the Powhatan.” “If you say so,” I sulked. “It says here that Pocahontas was a nickname, meaning ‘playful’. That’s apt. Three strikes and you’re out.” He wasn’t making any sense now, though I got the baseball reference. Unless there was another, hidden meaning. Then he told me to take off my skirt. I understood that all right. This was it: playtime.

I mean, it’s considered lucky for an African—according to him. My father nicknamed me Little Rose. But, my uncle insisted on calling me in a much more unique way. He said that I should have a moniker that would let every head turn around as soon as I have been called. It was Christmas and I was wearing a bloody red dress that day. My father, my uncle, and our neighbor Thalia Turner unintentionally called me Little Bloody. But, out of nowhere, my uncle called me Bloody Rosie. My uncle Onai nicknamed me eventually as Blood Rose and eventually people know me by that nickname, instead of calling me by my birth name. I don’t know but I kind of like that people call me Blood Rose instead of my rea

I rolled my eyes, such a little baby, "You never called me Nate I mean, you always say my full name." "Oh," He mumbled, now understanding it, "Nate," He said it again and seemed to be thinking something, "Nelly," He added, picking up other nicknames, "Natty," He added, testing them all and I chuckled, staring at this drunk man be the total opposite of the Nikolas I know. No, not opposite actually, just the relaxed version of him, the one not holding the whole world's load over his shoulders.

Even though he’s smiled a couple of times, this is the first time Hammer actually laughs, and he tips his head back with it. “Oh damn, Mr. Hammer. That’s great. Can you imagine? Just Hammer, Luna. It’s a nickname from the force. It’s easier to go by my callsign to avoid confusion. Hesitation loses lives.” I’m starting to sense he has a lot of those dire little phrases. Charming. “I knew that, somewhere in the back of my mind. How do you get a nickname like Hammer? Is your name Hamilton or something? I can see why you’d shorten that.” I racked my brain, trying to think of other names that could end up as a builder’s tool.

In a moment of defiance, I could not help but muster the courage to speak up. " Bitch," I murmured under my breath, my voice slightly audible. It was a small act of rebellion, my own way of reclaiming power from her inhuman conduct. And in that moment, a new nickname for Willow materialized in my mind: "Spitefield." The name suited her perfectly—a symbol of her cruelty and mean-spirited nature. While she may have relished in causing trouble, I was determined not to let her actions define me. With a hint of satisfaction, I carried on with my work, grateful for the small victory in finding a nickname that reflected Willow's true character.

Ace would definitely hate it if I called him that. My lips twitched harder. "Cici," I murmured under my breath, rolling the foreign nickname over my tongue. Vadim’s grin stretched wide. "You didn’t give him a nickname?" I hummed, following them down the grand staircase. "Arm… no," I admitted honestly. "I mean, Ace already sounds like a nickname. And I don’t know how to shorten it further. Nicknames are weird things." Both men chuckled, their laughter trailing through the marble corridors, wrapping around the towering columns like an echo of some private joke.

“Oh… Oh, Nicky--” “Nico,” I rasp. “The people who really get close to me… If you want to use a nickname, call me Nico, alright? Nicky was just some stupid kid…” “Hey… Hey Nicky.” And James was the last person to ever fucking call me that. “Nico,” she tries on. And fuck, that feels wrong. It is creepy as fuck hearing that name coming out from these lips in that breathy, feminine voice.

that was poor, but who cares? "I'm Cy Gataki, and this is Adonis Diamandis," I swear I tried to suppress my laughter. Adonis? "Wait, you're not messing with me, right?" I asked them. The two men kept their eyes trained on me like I had gone mad. I couldn't blame them, I knew I had that mad woman vibes, I've always had it. But how could his name be ADONIS!!???!!! That was my nickname for Mr. Cy Gataki. Even his name was sexy.

"If you could come up with a good name, we'd go with yours. If you couldn't think of one you liked, we'd use Hunter as a backup." Thinking that sounded about right, Paige asked again, "What about a nickname?" “Does he need a nickname?" Paige nodded. "Of course. Otherwise, are we going to call him Hunter all the time? We need a nickname to make it more intimate. How about Hunny?" Since he was chubby and cute, calling him Hunny would suit him. However, Chris replied, “This nickname might be okay when he's little, but as he grows older, it'll tarnish his image."

I added. “How about your nickname for them?” he asked again while he eats banana cake. “Pix is short for Pixie. It has a meaning like how they created theirs. Chi is Michane's name when she was an anonymous writer on a social media platform back then. Actually, we have another friend. It's Anine. I call her Ally, chi calls her Dae short for sundae, and pix calls her Ez. Again, I forgot why,” I said giving him contentment. “This is soo good by the way.” He then smiled and continued watching. “Thanks,” I smiled back.