Poetic Nicknames Novels & Stories

That he can still strike enough fear in me while being this charming. “Why hello, Little lamb.” The nickname comes as a taunt and it pisses me off. “Say that again and I'll knock your jaw off, Dimitri.”

“Mr. Calmar doesn’t show off. He is probably hiding in an open spot, waiting for us to catch him and deal with him.” “Then… Cockeye?” Eduardo tsked. “Cockeye is a pussy. I would drink the entire ocean if he did this.” What kind of name is Cockeye? But then, from the movies I have watched, I think gangsters are meant to have funny nicknames like Pencilgun or Dickmachine. I wonder if Alessandro has a nickname. I am sure it will have the word ‘death’ or ‘evil’ in it. Who knows, maybe his nickname is Evil Lord?

But his rambling was cut short when I leaned in, and in one quick motion, gave his cheek a small peck. “Goodnight, Pepper Chicken.” He chuckled softly at that. “Goodnight, Milkshake.” As I drove home that night, one thing was clear - I’d probably never be called by my actual name by Jeff and Gina. But as much I’d miss being called by my name and not some food or drink, I had to admit that something about having nicknames like Hawk and Dove, actually felt strangely comforting. It almost felt like I belonged in their pretty crazy, yet loving family.

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.

He says smiling. I hear laughter and turn to see Brett and Kane. Oh, fucking great I am never gonna hear the end of this. I have no problem with a sweet nickname but not one that is also a food item. I roll my eyes and return to reading my book. All these guys are weird. They have come up with nicknames for all of us. Well at least most of us. Darryn calls Kaycie his Tesoro which means treasure. Brett nicknamed Sammy is chocolate chip. She hates but she also admits that it fits. Byanca has two nicknames’ which are mia dia and spitfire. Mia dia means my goddess in Italian. Kade rolled his eyes at that and told Kane that she already acts like that. Kade calls Breayna his firecrack

’ ‘Rubber,’ I suggested. ‘Not bad, but has other connotations. Friction Man, or Potholer. I’m getting into this now. Bottom Boy, Chimney Sweep, Cracker. Be classical. Zeus, or biblical ... Onan. No, he may not get that one. Ask him what he would like to be called and think of a name for yourself. Go for Mary Magdalene or Venus. Choose a woman known for her promiscuity.’ ‘Fanny Hill?’ ‘Excellent. Just Fanny will do. It says it all. Kitty is another one.’

“And you think I’ll take that just because you said so? We’re in this, till I say we aren't…missy.” “Enough with the weird names. You know my name—Nicole.” He turned his head slightly, his grin just infuriating enough to make my fingers twitch. “Why? Does it make your heart flutter when I call you names?” I scoffed. “Please. The day that happens, I’ll jump off a cliff. Just call me by my name.” He hummed, pretending to think. “Nah, they fit you better. Shorty” he smirked. “Oh, really?” I leaned back, crossing my arms. “Then I guess I’ll call you Ego head from now on. That’s for when you talk too much. And Hockman…for when you call me by my surname.”

By the time I reached the holding cells, my patience had already disappeared. A guard unlocked one of the doors. I stepped inside. The man chained to a chair looked up immediately. Then he grinned. The expression annoyed me instantly. "Finally." His Russian accent was thick. "I meet Ade." I rolled my eyes. That ridiculous name again. Ade. The Italian version of Hades. A nickname created years ago by men who enjoyed exaggerating stories. Apparently torture and creative executions earned a reputation. Who knew? Personally, I'd always found the nickname stupid.

I began, my voice barely a whisper, "I was thinking... 'Hero' is, you know, a bit... grand." I looked down at my hands, twisting them in my lap. It felt silly to be so nervous. "I was thinking... maybe something simpler. Maybe just... 'H'?” My inner wolf let out a dramatic sigh. 'H'? Really, Zara? 'H'? That's the best you've got? We could have gone with 'Sparky ted', or 'Golden hottie', or even 'Sunshine'! 'H' sounds like a letter grade, not a nickname. What are we, in some old-fashioned novel?'

I feel like I need to give him a nickname of his own, something special and unique that represents what he means to me, but my mind is drawing a blank, love-drunk in his arms. "You are too, babe," I whisper, cringing inwardly at the name my brain spewed out at me as the best choice. Babe? BABE? The most cliché nickname ever. I can do better, I just need time to think of something cool and personal, but right now I want more kissing.