Novel & Cerita Sanji Nickname

Matteo like hugs, and at the minute I think Alessandro also wants a hug. "Who the hell is Sanny?" Alessandro asks looking at me weirdly. "Santino." I whisper turning towards him, I notice Santino has a huge smile on his face, jumping up and down like a child. "Hell yeah. I've got a nickname before all of you!" Santino shouts, pointing at each and every person in the room. "What about me?" Enzo asks, a small look of hurt, but I can see the excitement in his eyes. I think it over quickly before replying.

Some say I come from the East, Middle East, and even Dajjal rep. “What a dick.” Koji laughed at Alfi. “You are quite lively, eh?” A pale-faced guy beside Koji joined their chat. “Oh, your friend?” Alfi asked. “Yes, kang (An acronym of "akang" in Sundanese which means "big bro"), name’s Rian.” He introduced himself. “You know what? There will be NekoPoi meet-up by next week! (NSFW site.)” Koji said. “Oh?! For real?!” Alfi seemed excited.

Turning her head slowly to Guan Xian, NiNi raises one of her eyebrows. "Me? I am the most beautiful girl in the world-a." She answers lazily before turning her head to drink water. "B- b-b-b- beautiful?! You look like Sadako!" Guan Xian laughs at NiNi. "Then you are Sadako's brother, Sidikoooo," NiNi answers, sticking out her tongue. "Don't bicker in the morning." Father Guan scolded, but there is a smile on his face. "Blame brother! He always bullies me!." NiNi pout before she gives Guan Xian a provoking war looks.

Just as the two of them stepped into the hallway, someone appeared from the corner and they almost collided. “Santiago,” Jia called while looking at the boy who appeared before them. “What brings you to this place?” The way Jia spoke was very witty, and Vero couldn’t help but smile at that. Especially when she said Santiago’s name, which reminded Vero of a drama series scene on television. Santiago didn’t answer Jia’s question. He grumbled instead. “I told you to stop calling me by that name,” he said. “Why? That’s a noble name. And haven’t your parents gone to great lengths to come up with that name for you? You have to appreciate it,” deadpanned Jia. It seemed she was purposely pissing San

I said "But what does that nickname mean?? She asked and i smile slightly "I also Don't know, i find the nickname funny.. Mario Mario.. She do call me that, sometimes i use to be ashame when she call me that in public but i have no choice " I said "Mario?? Can i start calling you that?? Anna asked while she winked at me "Noo noo.. My sister is the only one that has the right to call me that " I said and stood up "you should rest now while i get some important things done

“Huh” “You must have been lost in thought”. “Sorry”. I smiled. “What's your name”? “Zanillia. Zanillia Zhao”. “I'm San. The fourth lord”. He introduced. “I'm sorry about Sean's behavior. He's still immature”. “No. I think he's cute”. “It's so good that you can speak freely with me”. “Huh”? I stared at him with confusion written over my face and he smiled. “I don't think Eason will let you off easily. You've made him angry once”.

Same sharp eyes, same jawline—just older, more refined, wearing a robe like he had just gotten out of bed. “Gab,” Gino said, “meet my father, Kyoganari Suzuki. Otou-san, this is Gabby.” Father? Suzuki? What universe did I step into? “Nice to meet you, Gabby-chan!” he said warmly. “Please, call me otou-san as well!” My brain short-circuited. Call him… what? “Uh… excuse me?” I managed, completely lost. “Oh! I mean, you may call me Dad. Or Papa. Or chichi. Or father—whichever you prefer!”

After a light dinner, we returned. “Oh shit,” I muttered suddenly, face-palming myself. “I forgot to inform San..” Kabir gave me a questioning look. “ I gave Sanjana a nick name. Her name is to difficult to pronounce. He nodded. “We can call her now,” Kabir said, handing me my phone. “It’s not too late.” A playful grin crept onto my face as I dialled her number. It rang a few times before she picked up. “Liam, is everything okay? Why are you calling at this hour?” Her worried, slightly agitated voice echoed through the phone. She must be twirling her hair—something she always does when anxious.

The line went silent for a moment, and then laughter filled my ears. “You wouldn't want to miss this,” the voice said, dripping with sarcasm. “We've prepared something special just for you.” My gaze darkened, my fist clenched. “What are you playing at, San?” I demanded, my patience wearing thin. The Antonios' are used to playing useless games. San is their third generation heir who calls himself 'The Sage' but his foolishness, no one can beat. He caused the death of his father by making a foolish decision - crossing me.

"Yeah, my nickname was Aly when I was younger." I panicked. And before Santi could even open his mouth, I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him outside. "Dude, what the fuck!" He pulled his arm back and looked at me in surprise. "Santi, don't." "What do you mean, 'don't'? It's her, right? She's Aly, the girl you've been talking about for so long that you like."