Whitney Houston Nickname Novels & Stories

she replied coldly. Scott chuckled, his warm breath brushing her skin. Then he whispered even more seductively, “Then tell me your name. Let me really get to know you.” “…Sabrina.” Her voice was hoarse as she spat out the English name—completely made up. Here, she never used her real name. She didn’t even bother with a fake one. People just called her “Little Swan,” a nickname someone had given her. “Sabrina?” Scott repeated with a laugh. “I like you. Be my woman—what do you say?”

His gaze doesn't leave my face, and he somehow manages to finally form that smile. "Whitney..." He calls, the depth of his voice causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. Annoyance swirls inside me and I shoot him a glare when he dares add, "My angel." That's the pet name he called me when I was a child. The name I'd literally melt over because I thought it was special since it was coming from my lovely dad. But I should have known better. Anyway, I stopped fawning over that name after what happened.

Axel says. “ Fair enough. I know MC’s have road names for their people. But you lasses seem to have some yourselves. I have never seen that before.” “ And you are curious how we got them?” Lilly asks. “ Aye.” Finn says. I have to admit I have been curious about that myself and if anyone is allowed to use the nicknames. “ Not a problem.” Trina Thor’s old lady says. Then she tells us that her nickname is Swift because several years back a prospect had gotten handsy with her and she gave him a swift kick to the balls. Of course she edited it for the kids listening. When she was done explaining I was laughing.

Her eyes met his. "Doesn't Jackson have a pretty damn intimate nickname for you? "Princess", yeah, she calls me sweetheart. But if you have a problem with that, just say that and stop with these baseless accusations. Or should I assume you're cheating with him? Since he has a nickname for you, doesn't he?" The accusation was placed between a wicked grimace, and Kaitlyn stiffened in her spot. "J-Jackson has a nickname for everyone." She tried to defend but he didn't look impressed.

She said it as though it is an affliction. I do not know enough about what this is, I actually do not know anything. So, until I do, until I have answers to her questions, until I know how to deal with her, I'm going to avoid her. Plus, how does she not know that 'Hibba' was a nickname for her? Perhaps because I've always called her 'Kitten', which was a way for me to disassociate from the bond. Because calling her Kitten wasn't what I ever imagined. In my head, ever since the day I found her, she has always been my Hibba. Yeah, it doesn't exactly make any sense, and that is probably because I make no sense whatsoever.

I knew he had a lot to say, but he didn't say more than that as he turned to leave. ‘Isn’t he supposed to get angry so that I could explain myself?’ I pondered, looking at his retreating back. “Lucian!” I ran after, and stopped him from leaving. “What is it, Miss Whitney?” He asked, and my eyelashes shook. My legs shook, making me lose my balance, but he didn't bat an eye. ‘Miss Whitney? When did that start?’ I swallowed nervously, not believing my ears. He forbade me from calling him ‘Mr Houston’ and then he called me by my last name?

Making the media to retreat. Having gathered enough of the hot news for the day. "I will not shoot! I will not shoot!" She keeps whispering to only have him lower his head and whisper near her ear. "You are going to be perfect my little Phoenix " She stills at the new nickname.Why in the world will he come up with a nickname like that? "Perfecto! The models are here! Let's begin!" "Let me go Ethan." She lowly seethes in anger, for only him to listen. Not ready to create a scene in the public.

Haven't you guys seen anyone drenched in chocolate milk before? When I got home, Justin and Wendy weren't at home, so that was one good thing that had happened that day. They were probably already at the ceremony. I rushed into the bathroom. I really didn't know how long it would take for me to get the chocolate milk smell out of my hair and I had to wash my clothes so Whiny Wendy wouldn't scream the house down when she got back. I laughed at my own joke. I had made up the nickname for her because she always whined and sounded like a dying fish whenever she screamed.

I shook her hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Vicky. My name is Whitney." "Nice to meet you too. You are the namesake of my favorite singer," she said with a smile. "Who is she?" I asked. "The late Whitney Houston," she replied. "Oh, okay. My dad was the one that gave me the name and according to him, he named me after Whitney Houston who happens to be his favorite singer," I explained. "For Whitney Houston to be your dad's favorite singer, I must say that he has good taste in music. Anyway, who is your favorite singer?" she asked.

She whispered. I straightened up as she whispered my nickname. No one was allowed to call me that except for her. It was her nickname to me and no one else's. Like I said she never uses my full name. Shes only used my full name twice. Once when we had a huge fight and again on the night my parents pulled us apart. Well 3 times now when she had Damion mindlink me earlier. "Wildflower." I whispered to her. The man standing beside her stiffened. I stared at him. Who the hell is he to her?