Poetic Nicknames Novels & Stories

After which they left. Now ***** “Spyashchaya krasavitsa,” one of my uncle's men said, as his fingers brushes over my cheek. While the others giggled at his teasing. (Sleeping beauty) As he was about to take his hand off, I grabbed it and squeezed it so tight till he started groaning. “lay your filthy hands on me one more time, and have your fingers completely detached from your hands, Kiska,” I said, staring at him in his eyes as I watch him groan louder from pain. (pussy)

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.

he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s written all over your body,” she replied smoothly, her tone laced with a light teasing edge. He chuckled, clearly enjoying her boldness. “Well, you’re not wrong,” he admitted, straightening with a dramatic flair. “In fact, they used to call me ‘The Silver Fox.” The nickname rolled off his tongue with a mix of pride and nostalgia, and I couldn’t help but picture the younger version of him—charming, confident, and undoubtedly a heartbreaker.

No one in the MC calls me by my real name but if you are more comfortable with it then use it," he says with a smile. " I like Unka Viper. I want a nickname." Jace says." Me too. I want nickname Unka Viper '' Jax says, bouncing in his seat. " Uncle Viper. I like the sound of it. You boys want a nickname do you?" Ethan says, picking his plate up and taking it to sink. " Yes' ' the boys say in unison. " Well I'm going to have to think about it for a little bit and get to know you, boys, better before we can give you one," he says. " Yea" the boys shout. I start picking up the leftover pizza and start packing it away. " Boys remember what Alaric says about nicknames." Ethan has returned to his