Sanji Nickname Novels & Stories

Syila sneered, “Just add Abang at once, so you become a motorcycle taxi driver which called 'Ojek'. Abang Ojek.” Jake immediately quickened his pace so they could walk together, his head lowered slightly so his lips were level with Syila's ear, who was standing next to him. “Dare to say that again, and be prepared if I torture you, Syil.” Syila turned her head towards Jake who she believed was staring at her intently. “So, what should I call you? Jaguar? Jagung bakar?” That's mean roasted corn in Indonesian. Syila flinched when she felt Jake's arms wrap around her waist. “You're so loud, aren't you? How dare you give me such a strange nickname?”

“I don’t want to be Lil’ either. I haven’t given up on growing taller.” [The Godfather thinks you should give up on growing taller. You have been awarded 100 credits.] Irked by the system message and custom paid mail from his sponsor, Zen huffed in anger and focussed on coming up with his rapper name. Although Hernie had some cool suggestions, Zen refused to use a name without any personal touch. “Z is too generic,” he told her. “I want to keep my name Zen.” Hernie nodded and scratched a few names off the list. “How about Zendiago? It’s a pun on the name Santiago which means someone who replaces or usurps someone else’s position.”

I was about to tell him he doesn't remember his name. "My name is Katsu, sir. Which means victorious." the guy smiled. "WHAT?! You just made that up!" I exclaimed. "Katsu, huh? Nice name." Asagi complimented. "Thanks!" "Oh gosh, you two are such an idiot." I shook my head. I can't believe I'm with two idiots right now. "No, I mean Shiyo. Yeah, that's my name... Oh wait, let me think about it again." The guy kept changing his name all the way as they went to the Great Blue tavern.

came a teasing voice. I turned to find Jian grinning at me, her arms crossed. “Don’t scare me like that!” I said, pressing a hand to my chest. “And what do you mean by ‘national little husband’?” Jian rolled her eyes. “Are you living under a rock? Nan Sing—the centre of last year’s top talent show, adored by millions, especially his ‘girlfriend fans.’ They all call him their ‘little husband.’ It’s basically his nickname now.” It clicked. That explained his overly cautious outfit at the amusement park—the mask, the hat, the excessive layers. No wonder he said he’d “work harder.”

) I snap. His lips curve into a satisfied grin, “Kimi no Nihongo, joutatsu shite kita na.” (Your Japanese is improving.) “Sore wa, watashi ga Nihongo o hanaseru kara yo. Watashi wa Sofia janai no.” (Maybe because I speak Japanese and I'm not Sofia.) I grit through my teeth, glaring imaginary daggers at him. “Let me go, Sang-yeon.” “Sang-Yeon?” he raises an eyebrow, “What happened to that cute nickname you had for me?”

His eyes seemed like they were glowing and his lips curved into a smirk, he stood for a while in the shadows, his hands inside his pockets. "It's nice to see you again, Adharia Navier Valler. Have you been waiting long?" Platinum blonde hair, brushed by the stars themselves. Clear cerulean orbs paired with a sharp jawline. No doubt, this man right here is Sanji Haru Stuart. My favorite and most trusted spy. His name is a combination of Japanese and American, it's kinda weird but attractive at the same time. I must admit, he really is handsome. I might as well start my own harem, heh.

Xia Liu rushed toward Jian Jianan and placed her hands on her chest and she said, “Comrade, on behalf of my parents, I thank you! No one had ever praised my name as well as you!” “Comrade Xia Liu, your breast is touching my hand!” “Ooh, you’re so bad!” Xia Liu punched Jian Jianan on the chest shyly with her small fists. Jian Jianan did not know how to react, whether to cry or laugh at her. She did not hold back her punches at all. “Right, what’s your name?” “I’m Jian Jianan. Jian from ‘simple’, Jia from the Sakyamuni, and Nan from the South!”

It rhymed with silly, after all. “Sally means princess,” Sebastian said. “And you were the one giving the nickname to me,” Sakura replied sarcastically. “I believe it also sounds rather like silly. Sally is silly. Sakura is silly.” The brothers shuffled uncomfortably in their seats as though all of a sudden memories came flooding back.

“Oh, and… I just realized. I’ve only been calling you by your SNS name—Sakura. I should’ve been more polite. My host mother used to say I should address new acquaintances with their family name.” “But… you never told me yours. What’s your full name?” Sakura smiled. “Kitagawa. Kitagawa Sakura.” “So… Kitagawa-san?” “Just call me Sakura. I don’t mind.” “Kitagawa-san.” “Sakura. Geez!” She gave his arm a playful pinch. They both laughed. “In Indonesia, what do people call each other, Heri-san?” “Usually first names. But sometimes… the nicknames are totally random. I swear.”

Sander ran to him, and Gian sat him on his lap. "Sander, can you say my name?" "Yan Yan!" I giggled. "Not that. Gian. Say, Gian! "Ean." "Gian! "Ean. " Okay, I give up. How about Lyza? Say sissy name. Say Lyza." "Iza! Gian chuckled and peppered his cheek with kisses.