Novel & Cerita Roleplay Nicknames

Thankfully, she never told him his name. Nick looked up at her with a smirk. He wasn't going to say it. Was he? “You can call me Nick.” “Nick?” Nita screamed, her tone dripping with warning. Nate looked between them. “I like it. Can I call you Uncle Nick or daddy? I don't have a daddy. I don't mind calling you daddy, daddy.” Nita turned to him. “Nate, you can’t just go around calling anyone daddy. That's wrong.”

I smiled. Both let out low chuckles, amused by what I had just said. "Well, then that is definitely something that needs to be remedied as soon as possible. While we're in public, you may call me Nick and when we're playing, you will address me as Master." The black-haired man introduced himself. "You may address me as Will, in public, and as Lord, during play." The brown-haired man then spoke up.

) Anisa quizzed. (Just shh!) I pleaded. "You guys are the Stillblood twins aren't you? Vanessa and Charlene Stillblood…the birthday girls. Oh gosh, I feel embarrassed. Pardon my manners, I am Nicholas Ray Morgan, but call me Nick. It's nice to make your acquaintance" Nick brought out his hand for a shake. I took his hand. "It's no big deal, really" "Sure, it is and if he bothered to do his research before accepting father's invitation he would know we don't like being addressed by our first names because they don't rhyme. I am Anisa and she's Aniston"

When Samuel saw Nola arrive, he cleared his throat and asked, “That duo queue game you and Xian play. I have an account now too. Tell me, what is your account name?” Nola realized what he meant and blurted out, “Oh, you want to know my name? Lick My Heel.”

"How about Round Eyes?" "How about 'don't you even try calling me that.'" I answered with a 'sweet' smile. "Ok, so I'm guessing Round Eyes is a no," he mused with a soft chuckle. "Yup, a big no-no. Anything but that, and those parents' kind of nicknames." "Parents kind of nicknames?" He asked, seeming quite amused. "Well, you know, 'darling,' 'sweetheart,' 'honey.'" I made a face at the last one.

Nick, on the other hand, got down from the sink and knelt in front of Dom and me, like a horny slut waiting to devour our dicks. "Fuck! It looks like you also got a huge dick, Daddy Dom." Nick said teasingly, one of his hands was holding my dick that was already out of my brief while his other hand was caressing the bulge inside Dom's black Topman brief. Dom looked so hot wearing his uniform, so I no longer wonder why Nick craves for him so much, it looks like we're doing a roleplay but this time, our roleplay is for real. "I'm fucking hard sir Nick, please take my dick out of my brief," Dom said pleading to Nick who immediately complied. Nick put his hand inside Dom's boxer brief and releas

A flicker of rage sparks in his gaze, clearly remembering his earlier anger at Ryan as his head had emerged from beneath the table. “That’s enough, NIck,” Marcus’s voice rumbles out, chastising his friend and cutting off ryan's’s response. The name echoes in my mind as I attempt to place where I’ve heard it before. “NIck?” I ask, stumbling a step back as apprehension sparks in my mind. “Nick Gustan.” Ryan jerks back in surprise, clearly recognizing the name too. The name is a statement, not a question anymore because I know the man standing in front of me. Any person with underground connections would know that name. But hell, I hadn’t even known he was a wolf, let alone that he was allied w

Maybe he didn't even remember my face. "Please, call me Nicholas!" he corrected, still keeping his eyes on the phone. "Is it a childhood nickname?" I asked curiously. "No, it's my nickname in virtual games, and I prefer to be called that." I didn't see a problem in calling him by that pseudonym, but his habit of talking to people without looking at them bothered me a little. "So, Nicholas, I don't understand much about these games, but from what I can see, you're really good!"

Nico just scowled at me and let out a huff of air before he spoke. “My name is Nicholas Stone, but I go by Nico. Simon is just a persona I created,” he said, shaking his head like he didn’t like having to explain himself. I’m sure he wasn’t used to it either. He was a king—royalty never had to explain themselves, I suppose. I gave him a stiff nod in response. I was still pissed at him. “Why the grand display of power when we arrived, your majesty?” I asked. He rolled his eyes at me for calling him “your majesty” but he couldn’t very well say anything about it, because he was. Suck it up, buttercup. I have a lot more sarcastic remarks coming your way.

“I bet you wouldn’t be able to come up with one anyway,” “How about nugget?” I giggle. Okay, it’s officially a waste to fear John. “That’s actually kinda cute,” John looks sour. “Shrimp then?” “Overused,” I reply. “Try harder,” “Short stuff?” Smiling, I shake my head. “All those nicknames are cute and kinda fitting since I’m short,” “How about Marina the great?” Embarrassment finds my cheek, and I freeze, eyes caught on the angel who studies me briefly before his lips turn grim.